CoR: Revelations

Under the hands hiding his mouth, he pressed his teeth tightly together. Yes. He has to do this now. Pushing it away would only make it worse. He'd never done this voluntarily.. Never.. ”I need to be sure..” he uttered, raising those slender but soft hands onto the sides of his visor, shakily so. He needs to.. Do this.. Needs to.. There was a pair of clicks as he pressed on the two round locks on the sides of the visor. Now all he'd need to do would be to lift it off.. No.. ”I can't.. I'm sorry..” he muttered, his hands slowly moving down, like he'd given up.

No. Don't be a coward, Ilka, just do it..

He thought to himself. It only hurts once. And so he, quite quickly, grabbed the sides of the helmet, pulled it off and flung it to the side, his face turning to the exact opposite direction, to the side from C. His eyes were closed. The helmet rolled quite a way away. Then he slowly opened his eyes. No more lines of black, only his sharp night vision. The glowy markings on his forehead were still covered with the black headband and the longest strands of his hair had been tucked under it too. His hair was sticking out in different directions as some of them had escaped from under the fabric.

He slowly turned back to C, his eyes tracing the floor before finally moving up to meet hers. His slit pupils -that were actually now wider than usual due to the darkness- had a slight glow from the candlelight, but nothing too bright. How well could she see his eyes in this lighting? Would she have to lean in closer..?

Still, they were quite similar to the girl's eyes. The only major difference was the reddish tint around the pupils instead of the green one around the girl's. His eyes were much warmer in colour and in emotion. They were not emotionless, anything but, you could see the almost child-like wonder in them even through the worry that now was apparent. And indeed.. He was now for the first time seeing the Drifblim up close without the awkward shadows hiding parts of her features. And for once he didn't feel the need to turn away, to hide, like he had with other people seeing his face. But truly, this wasn't about his face of his hair, it was about his eyes only.

”Am I okay..?” he asked in a tone soft as the white tufts of cottongrass.. He didn't dare to smile yet, not before he'd see her reaction.

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C definitively didn't see coming what happened then, as he just grabbed his helmet and pretty much flung it to the side. It had her flinch, for a moment shifting her gaze to actually see..Ilka truly tossed his helmet aside. Looking back in disbelief of what he did. “...” Slowly he turned and from one moment to the next she actually... could peer right in his eyes. She was baffled to say at least. He actually showed his face to her. The Drifblim wasn't quit sure what to say despite just..starring yet.

She blinked, leaning in slightly as she eyed his eyes. She couldn't deny his eyes did shared similarity to the girls. But really to her that was all. They still were different enough to her. The Amber hues of those feline eyes really suited the fire type. The colours were warm, and even a short glance could tell much more then the others eyes did. To her it was like she'd told him, his eyes were his and the girls were just the girls. There was nothing that set her off, made her tense or tied it to this dream. Nothing at all. As he asked this though, she got dragged out of her thoughts. Having her remain silent for a second before nodding in reply. “..Of course you are..” C stated. “..they are nothing like hers...not at all.” to her that was at least. “..you are more then okay...I told you that..” she remarked reassuringly, smiling just in the same manner as well, although,well he didn't saw...

Though, she really was surprised how worried he seemed to be about her being afraid of seeing his face. Worried enough that it made him remove his helmet, knowing it was something he truly wouldn't do just like that. But she could understand, she don't wants to startle people as well with how she looks. Sure the cases were a little different, but the sense was the same in the end. She wasn't startled about his eyes, regardless of the slight similarities. But he didn't hid his face from her anymore, of course because of his worry, but still. There was a certain amount of trust and she did saw him as a friend as well and the Drifblim being her usually self preferably was seen equally to those she spoke to. She couldn't help feeling it to be unfair if she would remain hiding while he obviously reluctant showed her his face..what was so important. He did said he wouldn't think or look any different at people for how they looked. Maybe it would make him feel less discomforted by having had to reassure himself this way? C tugged on the ends of her scarf thinking for a little moment about this. But she had to lie if she would say she wasn't wondering if he'd remain calm too. She was still herself afteral. “..you rather not would have reassured yourself..this way..wouldn't you?” she asked, solely because it was still on her mind, that this was quit an Important thing to him. “..sorry I brought it up to you..I didn't wanted you to worry..I don't want you to feel odd about this either..” If he did that, she could too..right? It was her fault afteral to have brought this up. Thinking of this like of being even. Silent and with a sigh she raised her own hands to the sides of her scarf that would keep her face covered “...” Hesitating and taking a deep breath, tugging the sides loose, before pulling the red fabric down slowly so she only would wear the scarf around her neck like people usually would be expected to wear a scarf. Glancing up to the Liepard once more. “..T-there..even..right?..” she asked, with a somewhat uncertain smile. Obvious of course, because she'd been hiding for a good reason. The skin of the lower part of her face was painted with scars and bruises that never healed properly. The sides of her mouth was torn, healed only a little, but did not grew quit together, more loose, looking cut apart, there were sewed seeming stitches on both sides that prevented her from opening her mouth like she naturally could do, but she at least could enough to speak and obviously eat..but it still was troubling in a way, stinging when she did things such as yawning. “..I am okay too, right?” she just returned the question, C just didn't wanted to make him feel awkward over this. She felt like..doing the same was a way to prevent this.

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