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Vellion Hurst
Outside Eye of the Beholder.
Suddenly, there were not so many people around the familiar face he had been following. It was now or never and Vellion felt the nervous excitement of anticipation flutter in his chest. How familiar it was to when he stalked game. Preparing himself, he ran his fingers through his dark hair, pulling it back neatly, only for it to fall back to its usual charming mess not a single step later.
What was he even going to say or do. Before he had come to the conclusion of that thought, his feet had betray him, taking him around and placing him beside the moon-haired women and directly before the brunette, interrupting their conversation.
'Greetings my lady. Fine evening for celebration is it not.'
Was the message his brain tried to relay to his mouth, but it was railroaded by the train of emotion coming in through his eyes.
"
Uh, Gree... greetings."
Was all he managed to utter instead as his wide eyes took in the strangers unfamiliar face. Her expression reflecting the same lack of recognition back at him. All of sudden it hit him like a tidal wave. An ocean of loneliness and disappointment crashing down upon him and slamming into his chest. He hadn't realised just
how much he had hoped,
how badly he wanted,
how much he needed,
for her to be someone he knew. Anyone.
Just to have at least one person left alive who knew him, connecting him to his past, connecting him to who he was before all this.
But it was not to be her, she wasn't it. As he looked into this strangers confused eyes he saw no one he recognised. It was just a coincidence... or perhaps a delusion. He could almost hear fate laughing at him, again. In that tumultuous moment, he felt the overbearing emotions rise from his chest and press against the back of his eyes, pressing against them like water presses against a dam threatening to break. But he would not let himself cry, not in front of this beautiful stranger.
People often talk of wearing a mask but few could literally do it as well as Vellion. With little thought and mostly subconscious desire, he drew on the mana previously consumed and made subtle changes to his flesh. His body reacting to his will in ways it shouldn't be able to. He sealed shut his tear ducts. Disconnected the muscles required to tilt his brow and locked his lips from frowning.
He did this all in a manner of seconds, but his eyes.... he forgot the eyes. While dry, deep within them the tumultuous waves of sorrow and regret still swell and crash behind them.
After what had been an stammering shameful attempt at a greeting followed by a brief momentary awkward pause, he shook his head, flashed his most charming apologetic smile, avert his gaze down and open his lips to speak again.
'Your beauty makes a fool of me. It is even more breathtaking up close than from than afar.' He prepare to offer as a recovery explanation...
"Uaagh!" He suddenly yelps instead as his leg gives way and he heavily crumbles to the floor, falling forward and instinctively grabbing at anything for support. A myriad of emotions flash across his half self-paralysed face. Confusion, embarrassment, pain, realisation.
He had overdrawn from his limited pool of mana. Recklessly consumed more flesh than needed, and his left ankle had reverted.
Beneath his pant leg, if a persistent person ignored his attempts to fend off aid, they would see what appears to be a messy, untreated, old injury. Bruised, torn and swollen flesh wrapped around his ankle, spreading up his shin and down his foot. A perceptive and intelligent person might also note the unnatural nature of the aged wounds which could only resemble an animal attack.