Re: [Capital: Misha & The Revenant]
He could hear the wings over the sound of the music, and he twitched, listening as if the pinions were scraping across his ears.
He turned halfway toward Misha. He was somehow taller than he ought to be, and there was a dun-colored ring around his white disk eyes. "I might be," he said, and offered him a hand. The tips of sharp, blackened talons peeped from under wide black sleeves, and they did drip a little blood. He looked just past Misha, around his edges, as if expecting to see something there.
But he paused, and his hand dropped. "I remember you," he said, meeting his gaze, recognition at last. "You helped...that woman. Ah! Sunflower. You tried to help her be a person again, and not an awful something." His tone warmed, the bodies in the room forgotten. "Am I?" Less amused, thinking of Clare, of the man in her house who he took to the woods like the bad end of an old fairy tale, dragged by the collar and silenced forever. "Was she?"