"It... sounds not like sounds. It sounds like colours and scents." He couldn't explain it, even though he wanted to. It was senses that mortals' forms didn't understand.
"Every person's hurts are unique. Every hurt for every person is unique. It's... a network. A web. You worry about your family, so I can hear them, taste their worries." He ran a hand down Krem's side, watching his skin.
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Date: 2015-10-11 12:12 pm (UTC)From:"Every person's hurts are unique. Every hurt for every person is unique. It's... a network. A web. You worry about your family, so I can hear them, taste their worries." He ran a hand down Krem's side, watching his skin.