[Noctis will feel it, surely, when her magic works again — she lifts a hand up close to her head and brings her fingers together in a sort of pulling motion, and as she does her bright red hair abruptly loses its luster, fading back into the dull, boring brown it had been when she'd first rolled over in bed. Magic, evidently, is what goes into making it that hue most of the time; without the benefits of whatever spell she uses to color it, her hair is plain and average. Unremarkable. Ordinary.
She's more hesitant about enacting her second move, the second spell she pulls off of her face. She glances away to do it, turning her face down and to the side, and when she slowly brings it back to face Noctis straight-on, her reason for that becomes clear.
Half of her face is exactly the same as it'd been before — soft curves, smooth skin, paleish complexion. The other half, though, is anything but.
Though the eye on the right side of her face is mercifully fine, the skin is battered and red with old scarring, from her forehead to her jawline and across her cheek. There's a slight nick in her eyebrow, as well, that isn't there in her illusion — a hint of a vertical scar, like something had cut down her face and the brow had never recovered from it. Something burned her once, perhaps, or at the very least scarred her horribly, and though eerily her eyes still seem to be completely fine, the rest of it makes for an unsettling duality — one half intact, the other half destroyed.
She swallows hard, forcing a smile onto her lips, and makes her voice go nonchalant when in fact she feels anything but.]
This is why I need to do that.
[She keeps her chin up, as she swallows hard again.]
Having people, y'know, ask questions — it, uh, it gets old, after awhile. So I just. Don't...give them a reason to ask.
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Date: 2018-10-28 02:30 am (UTC)She's more hesitant about enacting her second move, the second spell she pulls off of her face. She glances away to do it, turning her face down and to the side, and when she slowly brings it back to face Noctis straight-on, her reason for that becomes clear.
Half of her face is exactly the same as it'd been before — soft curves, smooth skin, paleish complexion. The other half, though, is anything but.
Though the eye on the right side of her face is mercifully fine, the skin is battered and red with old scarring, from her forehead to her jawline and across her cheek. There's a slight nick in her eyebrow, as well, that isn't there in her illusion — a hint of a vertical scar, like something had cut down her face and the brow had never recovered from it. Something burned her once, perhaps, or at the very least scarred her horribly, and though eerily her eyes still seem to be completely fine, the rest of it makes for an unsettling duality — one half intact, the other half destroyed.
She swallows hard, forcing a smile onto her lips, and makes her voice go nonchalant when in fact she feels anything but.]
This is why I need to do that.
[She keeps her chin up, as she swallows hard again.]
Having people, y'know, ask questions — it, uh, it gets old, after awhile. So I just. Don't...give them a reason to ask.