[mature] Now I'm standing on the edge, gazing into hell

[Gale]

Gale started under neon lights, then it all got dark i only know how to go too far The mare in front of him is a stranger, one with dark eyes and flowers caught in the sable fall of her mane and tail. She is unfamiliar, but the way her smile fades as she takes him in is not. Gale watches her expression flicker and adjust as she comes to a stop, watches it like he watches the rest of her rather than respond to her friendly greeting. His intent blue gaze flickers much like the lightning - irregular, bordering on erratic as he takes her in - but it is not nearly so brief as the flashing light, lasting the entirety of the silence that Kennice feels has stretched one moment too long. He has always stared too long, born with the Sight that ran deep in his family. The rest of his expression is remarkable only for its stillness; there is nothing to read beyond his too disquisitive eyes. His interactions with others tend toward brevity, due in no small part to his lack of effort regarding social niceties. Does the lightning hurt, she asks? “No.” He answers. Not anymore. He tries not to think about when it did, or what it had taken to get it under control. He shivers anyway, involuntary. The memory of ripping away every bit of his own skin is etched deep.  He closes his eyes, breathes in, then out, then opens them again to meet the stranger’s gaze. “Do you live here?” He asks, his voice as bare of emotion as his too-still face. Will he run into her again, he wants to know? Should he be making more of an effort to be something he is not, something more polite? Should he try to elicit within this stranger a positive impression of him? He certainly makes no effort to do so now. He only stares.