[Martin's form shifts, moving around, behind him, with suggestions of fingers trailing past his collarbone, his neck – the medal.
NEVER DEAD.
its smile is redirected to Koltira, regarding him with a rekindled understanding; the things the flesh was quick to forget weren't lost.
Neither dead. the suggestion is a blend of young and old, consistently gentle. while it watches Koltira, it shrinks down again, curling arms around Bariyan, hidden after a moment of adjustment.]
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NEVER DEAD.
its smile is redirected to Koltira, regarding him with a rekindled understanding; the things the flesh was quick to forget weren't lost.
Neither dead. the suggestion is a blend of young and old, consistently gentle. while it watches Koltira, it shrinks down again, curling arms around Bariyan, hidden after a moment of adjustment.]