The warped expression leaves much to be desired, as it appears far more like an intentionally cruel caricature of him than a proper rendition.
But that's not what catches most of her attention.
"If it's one thing that resembles you most...," she begins, gently. As Emet tilts the canvas so that he may peer at it again, Rem leans in a mere millimeter more to inspect the piece further. Then, as she hovers near his shoulder, her eyes swivel to glance at his profile from her periphery. Rem's lips purse together in thought as she studies him, and after a few moments of silence, she speaks again. "It's the eyes."
Rem eases her lean, hands linking with twined fingers behind her back as she straightens. "They're... striking."
The way he appears before her doesn't have that same vibrant and luminous luster in his gaze as portrayed by the painting, but his eyes are no less golden in hue. In her world, she's only ever seen such a color of their irises belong to one other. Hers.
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But that's not what catches most of her attention.
"If it's one thing that resembles you most...," she begins, gently. As Emet tilts the canvas so that he may peer at it again, Rem leans in a mere millimeter more to inspect the piece further. Then, as she hovers near his shoulder, her eyes swivel to glance at his profile from her periphery. Rem's lips purse together in thought as she studies him, and after a few moments of silence, she speaks again. "It's the eyes."
Rem eases her lean, hands linking with twined fingers behind her back as she straightens. "They're... striking."
The way he appears before her doesn't have that same vibrant and luminous luster in his gaze as portrayed by the painting, but his eyes are no less golden in hue. In her world, she's only ever seen such a color of their irises belong to one other. Hers.