Maybe Lazarus, given his hawklike attention— given the encyclopedia he is cultivating of God's flickers and flinches of emotion, the faintest shifts in the lines around his horrible eyes— will see it. Ever so slightly, those black-hole eyes go brittle. There is a distant, bitter sheen of ice at some depths beyond his smile.
He drinks. ]
Not uncommon among flesh magicians, if you'll believe it. The Third has gotten a bit... enthusiastic in their customs, I understand.
[ This he says in the same good-natured tone he's said everything else. To those really, truly looking, it doesn't match his eyes. ]
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Maybe Lazarus, given his hawklike attention— given the encyclopedia he is cultivating of God's flickers and flinches of emotion, the faintest shifts in the lines around his horrible eyes— will see it. Ever so slightly, those black-hole eyes go brittle. There is a distant, bitter sheen of ice at some depths beyond his smile.
He drinks. ]
Not uncommon among flesh magicians, if you'll believe it. The Third has gotten a bit... enthusiastic in their customs, I understand.
[ This he says in the same good-natured tone he's said everything else. To those really, truly looking, it doesn't match his eyes. ]