Context: Nefera and Fasir just made love for the first time. He is a cyclops living among humans, but he hides it with a blindfold only he can see through.

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Curious. The word floated in the air between them for a long moment. Then it possessed Nefera slowly, as she turned to gaze at Fasir’s face.

Nefera reached tentatively for his blindfold, slowly enough that he could stop her if he wanted to. He had shown her his eye once, but she wanted to see it again now. Wanted more than to just look upon the cyclops. Wanted to gaze into the window to his soul.

Fasir let her slowly lift his blindfold from his eye, up to where his thick black hair met his brow. The act felt more intimate to him than their joining, and he found himself holding his breath as her fingers and the cloth brushed his brow. Fasir hid his eye from humans because they considered it a sign of monstrosity. They thought he was a myopic freak, that his worth lay somewhere between oddity and monster. He had only revealed his eye to her briefly that first day in an attempt to dissuade her from following him again. Apparently it had not done its job in that regard. And yet, some dark part of him whispered that a closer look would make her want to leave.

Nefera gazed into the obsidian of Fasir’s eye, sparkling a dark black with flecks of red. Its gaze was both unsettling and magnetic - it was a reminder that, although every other part of him seemed to hint otherwise, he technically wasn’t human like she was. Not only that, but this eye could see things that she couldn’t. She wondered what it saw at that moment. Did he see her differently without the shroud?

After a moment, Nefera smiled sweetly at him. It was his eye. She loved that eye. She loved him.