[The eyes are different from what he remembers, but so are his own. That doesn't mean anything, he realizes. And yet, the longer he stares at her, the more he feels like maybe this is... not coincidence at all. Maybe it's fate.
He shakes her hand, all firmness and warmth, but the moment his hand is free he feels like he's letting go of something important.
He... doesn't have anything of worth to offer anyone. Doesn't have anything telling from his past life, just scars and memories he'd rather forget. But he remembers his sister's hand in his, and running away, and desert sand. Wait, was that home, or...
... It's been a long, awkward moment of staring before he remembers his manners. His personal lucky charm, a two-sided Turkish coin, feels incredibly heavy in his pocket.]
Sorry, [he says, uncharacteristically honest.] I don't mean to be rude. You just look so much like...
[The mere possibility makes tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. He sucks in a breath. The mask goes back on.]
Hahah, you know what they say. Everyone has a doppelganger somewhere in the world. [His left hand behind his back, he slips his right into his pocket and takes out his lucky coin. With adept ease, it dances between his fingers.] Before we get coffee, would you indulge me in a game? I promise it won't take long.
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[The eyes are different from what he remembers, but so are his own. That doesn't mean anything, he realizes. And yet, the longer he stares at her, the more he feels like maybe this is... not coincidence at all. Maybe it's fate.
He shakes her hand, all firmness and warmth, but the moment his hand is free he feels like he's letting go of something important.
He... doesn't have anything of worth to offer anyone. Doesn't have anything telling from his past life, just scars and memories he'd rather forget. But he remembers his sister's hand in his, and running away, and desert sand. Wait, was that home, or...
... It's been a long, awkward moment of staring before he remembers his manners. His personal lucky charm, a two-sided Turkish coin, feels incredibly heavy in his pocket.]
Sorry, [he says, uncharacteristically honest.] I don't mean to be rude. You just look so much like...
[The mere possibility makes tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. He sucks in a breath. The mask goes back on.]
Hahah, you know what they say. Everyone has a doppelganger somewhere in the world. [His left hand behind his back, he slips his right into his pocket and takes out his lucky coin. With adept ease, it dances between his fingers.] Before we get coffee, would you indulge me in a game? I promise it won't take long.