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She looked like him.

Not in the superficial way, although there was that too. His hair was dirty blonde and his skin a deep amber; her hair was like spun gold and her skin was two shades away from frostbite. But they had similar eyes, dark and bluegrey like the forbidden depths of the oceans, and -

The moved similar, with the stilted moves of someone learning how to use their body again. His hair crackled with static and hers grew stiff with ice, leaving both unmanageable. And, when they were tired from training, he'd help her with her hair and she'd pat his until it stopped standing on end, and they'd both smile. Not like anyone else in the world.