Raistlin had always taken some perverse satisfaction in shocking others with his appearance. And, of course, with what reflected in his eyes. He reached up with his free hand to push his hood back, and it was a young man's face under that old man's white hair...
Young and bitter, under that golden skin that gleamed metallic under the harsh light of his staff.
A snide little smile curled his thin lips, and Raistlin let his gaze flit to the gun. To his eyes, if he stared long enough, it would corrode, rust, and then flake away. Right along with the dust of that finger on the trigger.
Endless winter, endless death. He was used to it. A blink reset the march of time, and it began anew. "You know better," Raistlin's tone was sardonic, "than to think any answer I could give to that would help you."
He snapped the folder shut in his delicate, frail looking hands. It vanished. "Ask the real question, Genjyo Sanzo."
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Date: Apr. 1st, 2016 09:21 am (UTC)Young and bitter, under that golden skin that gleamed metallic under the harsh light of his staff.
A snide little smile curled his thin lips, and Raistlin let his gaze flit to the gun. To his eyes, if he stared long enough, it would corrode, rust, and then flake away. Right along with the dust of that finger on the trigger.
Endless winter, endless death. He was used to it. A blink reset the march of time, and it began anew. "You know better," Raistlin's tone was sardonic, "than to think any answer I could give to that would help you."
He snapped the folder shut in his delicate, frail looking hands. It vanished. "Ask the real question, Genjyo Sanzo."