ooc: the reveal will be soon! I bet you already know though
Slow as they were, the transition from dark to light was invasive, reminding him of another time that he'd been soaked in darkness and then pulled into a brightness that had led to all kinds of pain. The flickering slow change did funny things to his transplanted eye and he whimpered, ducking his head into the front of a chest he could finally see, his grey-shot dishwater brown hair long and tangled and falling over his face, further hiding him from view.
In the brazen light he went from some kind of otherworldly haunting sylph to a sad, grubby little urchin, his skin pale but dirty and bruised all the way down to his bare feet. The dress he wore was lacy oversheer fabric but it was a grubbier white than the dark made it look and frayed in places, the neck wide enough that it was barely held up clinging to narrow shoulders and far too big for him even if it had been quite small in the first place.
His friend had said he'd never throw him away, that he was a person, and even he forgot that now and again. He was scared though that all those words would disappear like the dark had done.