Keeper:
“She thought of those eyes: deepest green, mysterious, unfathomable; those hands, long fingered, dexterous, dangerous…”
“He was very still, and very close; if she had reached out a hand she could have touched his hair, hair dark as a crow’s wing, matted and wild. There was a feather in it, shinning green-blue, and a strand of dried weed.”
From Foxmask