Re: [arcade: hannah, david, eddie]
David didn't underestimate the narrow girl in the puffed sleeves. She said she was Amy, and maybe she was. He didn't know what he had seen when he met her in the city, but he knew there was more to Hannah than there had been to Amy. There was another world, and it lingered behind her eyes. It would come to him eventually.
"I keep thinking you'll slip out of Amy's shape," he said, as he came near her. In the dark, he smelled like stale copper and something of the forest, pine needles and dead leaves, icy snow, and a thread of incense from elsewhere. "Or put on another skin, like a selkie, and go into the water."
The coat he wore was simply cut, loose at the sleeves, a watery black silk that glistened like a feather. The collar was flat, worn folded, but beneath it was a pair of simple black denim jeans and black leather boots without ties. His hair was still matter, though if there was blood in it this time, the blood wasn't visible. His eyes were still shot white, but there could be warmth in them, strange as they were, and there was when he stood next to her and wondered about her second skin.