Sara's own hands are so much smaller than his. Out in the field, she's a force of nature. Bigger than her own body, fighting like hell for the people she cares about. But up close, she's just... a girl. Only a few inches over five feet, slim, lean muscle and soft curves and scars all over.
Her fingertips linger on the scar, on how completely human it is, warped skin healed over. Faster than usual, sure, but still... odd. That they'd put so much work into the finest details. The slightest imperfections that made it all the more convincing.
She falls quiet again, the slightest furrow in her brow. It's not surprising that this place would effect him differently. It knows how to dig deep. Mess with you in the most creative of ways.
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Date: 2022-08-06 04:08 am (UTC)Her fingertips linger on the scar, on how completely human it is, warped skin healed over. Faster than usual, sure, but still... odd. That they'd put so much work into the finest details. The slightest imperfections that made it all the more convincing.
She falls quiet again, the slightest furrow in her brow. It's not surprising that this place would effect him differently. It knows how to dig deep. Mess with you in the most creative of ways.
"How long have you been back?"