I really love the sensory imagery of the huntsman's memories, and how little of it makes it into what he says to the woman. This bit in particular is so striking:
the black fox, sun shining like oil on the sleek of him. His panting mouth, tongue curling in a grin. The eggshell fangs, the flash of it - like he's laughing.
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Re: His Gallant Huntsman
Date: 2024-02-26 02:17 pm (UTC)the black fox, sun shining like oil on the sleek of him. His panting mouth, tongue curling in a grin. The eggshell fangs, the flash of it - like he's laughing.