✥ Can Red see/sense your character's soul? Yes! Both of them. ✥ If yes, please describe it: Benedict and the Companion are closely bound so whatever soul she senses may feel distinctive enough to distinguish two living entities but with an aura that roils and entwines with one another almost seamlessly. There is a sense that there is not, and cannot be, any way to separate the two from one another without causing great--and permanent--harm to both individuals.
Aside from that, Benedict appears to be a warm presence like an inner fire burning at both ends of the wick, indicating an inquisitive and active soul, outwardly calm yet inwardly at turmoil. His soul is at the center of their entwined mass, a deep red that might have been a brighter color were it not for the surrounding inky mass covering him almost entirely. There is a faint scent of metal and gunpowder--war and soldier--beneath the calmer smell of leather and old, well-loved books--adventure and detective--wound altogether.
Meanwhile, the Companion has a larger mass of inky darkness that completely surrounds Benedict as well as hovers several feet above him and reaches out along the edges almost like slithering tentacles going every which way. It is roiling and ever-shifting and appears like deep purple-black smoke drifting on a storm-born breeze. There is a more mysterious and ancient vibe from this entity, and the sense of unfathomable and otherworldly is strong. Competing with Benedict's warmth is the Companion's vast coldness like the endless deep of the ocean, and the scent of briny water and ink are prominent as well as something less familiar and unknown floating just beneath the surface.
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✥ If yes, please describe it: Benedict and the Companion are closely bound so whatever soul she senses may feel distinctive enough to distinguish two living entities but with an aura that roils and entwines with one another almost seamlessly. There is a sense that there is not, and cannot be, any way to separate the two from one another without causing great--and permanent--harm to both individuals.
Aside from that, Benedict appears to be a warm presence like an inner fire burning at both ends of the wick, indicating an inquisitive and active soul, outwardly calm yet inwardly at turmoil. His soul is at the center of their entwined mass, a deep red that might have been a brighter color were it not for the surrounding inky mass covering him almost entirely. There is a faint scent of metal and gunpowder--war and soldier--beneath the calmer smell of leather and old, well-loved books--adventure and detective--wound altogether.
Meanwhile, the Companion has a larger mass of inky darkness that completely surrounds Benedict as well as hovers several feet above him and reaches out along the edges almost like slithering tentacles going every which way. It is roiling and ever-shifting and appears like deep purple-black smoke drifting on a storm-born breeze. There is a more mysterious and ancient vibe from this entity, and the sense of unfathomable and otherworldly is strong. Competing with Benedict's warmth is the Companion's vast coldness like the endless deep of the ocean, and the scent of briny water and ink are prominent as well as something less familiar and unknown floating just beneath the surface.