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Post by Margot Reolas on Nov 26, 2007 22:37:19 GMT -5
"Oh. Well perhaps we'll get that fixed one day if you like." She smiled and then turned to notice that the floor was completely spotless. Her smile brightened now that there would possibly be no trouble with the floors any longer. "Hm. Mind coming to my flat and cleaning up a bit. You only did so well on the stage just now."
She wasn't entirely sure how much of what he did was real magic and fake magic. Sure she definitely believed he had an ability, but he had to have some kind of props along the way. It was only natural. Hell, she'd be damned if she didn't make his props himself from that smoky thing he did. It was amazing in her eyes.
"What color are they?" She asked him. It was something she had always been curious about. If she didn't get to see his eyes than she at least wanted to know what color they wore. Dreaming was better than nothing, and having the right color would make it so much easier. She imagined what their children would look like if it ever got so far. The eye color played some part into it, yet she did not know.
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Post by Damon Walker on Dec 8, 2007 19:08:30 GMT -5
"Oh. Well perhaps we'll get that fixed one day if you like."
Beneath the darkened glasses, he rolled his eyes at her. How would they get his eyes fixed? It was the pupil of the eye, the most sensative part within that area. If they were messed with, he could potentially go blind permanently rather than the simple few to several hours if he glimpsed a flash of light. All the money in the world couldn't find a proper way of fixing them, unless there was a dose of the experiment...
"Hm. Mind coming to my flat and cleaning up a bit?
Damon's eyebrows raised in question for a moment, slightly confused by the question.
"You only did so well on the stage just now."
Glancing around, he smiled. The first spot, he hadn't been sure if he could manage to clean, considering he hadn't normally used his abilities for that kind of maintenence, though after the first one he knew it was quite simple, at least for someone of his type.
"What color are they?"
He then turned his attention back to her, not sure if she understood the reality of his condition. Deciding to continue to explain it with the answer, he responded, "I can't remember truly the actual shade of color, but I think they were a dark brown of some sort. Now, they're just completely black. The pupils have completely covered the iris, which is why I can't look at light without really strong protection. That's why," he raised his right hand and tapped lightly on his sunglasses with his index finger, "I wear these."
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Post by lj1987 on Mar 16, 2010 21:29:46 GMT -5
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