He's adept at avoiding others if he chooses to- in particular he avoids those he superficially resembles...and it is Very superficial. As if magic is the source of resemblance, and not his actual appearance, one cannot help but see a bit of him in someone else.
But that's not what's important.
The man wears the garb of someone from times long past, a robe pale and firmly tied around himself. Sandals and bandages, either for injury or protection. But there is more- a coat of brilliant scarlet for one, blowing gently in the wind. A lengthy staff, like a stick, to the side.
And hair as light as silver, long enough to be loosely tied back behind him in a ponytail.
The man is young- but hardly so young that he couldn't have possibly started a family of his own. (And he hasn't, but he could have, he has thought occasionally. He could have, if he'd made a few different choices) But there is a strange age to his face, and his eyes are set upon a thick and inky 'puddle' across from him on the ground.
From which can be seen a dragon's head, with eyes of red.
"It's been so long, huh..." The man smiles, and sadly. And then, without even turning around.
"I know you're there..." ... "...Don't make me Name you, now..."
AU JONOUCHI (PAST LIFE) - YGO DM (Skein; fanfic) | THREADS MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR SKEIN!
He's adept at avoiding others if he chooses to- in particular he avoids those he superficially resembles...and it is Very superficial. As if magic is the source of resemblance, and not his actual appearance, one cannot help but see a bit of him in someone else.
But that's not what's important.
The man wears the garb of someone from times long past, a robe pale and firmly tied around himself. Sandals and bandages, either for injury or protection. But there is more- a coat of brilliant scarlet for one, blowing gently in the wind. A lengthy staff, like a stick, to the side.
And hair as light as silver, long enough to be loosely tied back behind him in a ponytail.
The man is young- but hardly so young that he couldn't have possibly started a family of his own. (And he hasn't, but he could have, he has thought occasionally. He could have, if he'd made a few different choices) But there is a strange age to his face, and his eyes are set upon a thick and inky 'puddle' across from him on the ground.
From which can be seen a dragon's head, with eyes of red.
"It's been so long, huh..." The man smiles, and sadly. And then, without even turning around.
"I know you're there..." ... "...Don't make me Name you, now..."
Go on. Reveal yourself, whoever you are.