A searing electrical brightness .... a scent of burnt asparagus. Around Hei lie limp puddles of scorched white stems, their light dimming as they sink into the water. And for a moment there was illumined the white smile of a dark woman on the other side of the round - not the one he came from, but the one he was approaching.
She is there. One hand gestures him on.
"Not far," She says, and disappears into the darkness.
The following thought will occur inexplicably to Hei: hold hands.
He feels fleetingly hungry for a moment, and immensely irritated immediately after, when he spots her. Was she watching--? Testing him?
Hold hands, he thinks in consternation, moving after her -- quickly, so he can catch up and reach ot. It's only when his fingers brush her that another thought occurs to him: This makes no sense.
He grabs for her hand. His voice is almost as hard as his grip.
The woman is very fast and nearly as strong as Hei. At his touch she whips around and slams him against a wall, pinning his hand. Something sharp scratches at Hei's throat.
Her eyes glow in the darkness: dim silver rims that stare at him unblinking.
"Moontouched?" She hisses.
Though she has not released his hand. The constant pressure is very soothing, quelling a rising panic that had begun to push itself into Hei's brain.
Unexpected, and too quick even for him to react to. Red pinpricks flash in his eyes -- but no shocks follow, not now. He clamps his teeth together, every muscle in his body tense and hard-- this is wrong, something is wrong, he can't... no, he can breathe, and he does, slowly, in and out, until the confusion and fear start dissipating in favour of anger.
It's her, he realizes. And if it's her who's keeping him grounded, then--?
His eyes stay locked on hers.
"Who," he grinds out between his teeth, "is in my head?"
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She is there. One hand gestures him on.
"Not far," She says, and disappears into the darkness.
The following thought will occur inexplicably to Hei: hold hands.
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Hold hands, he thinks in consternation, moving after her -- quickly, so he can catch up and reach ot. It's only when his fingers brush her that another thought occurs to him: This makes no sense.
He grabs for her hand. His voice is almost as hard as his grip.
"What did you do?"
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The woman is very fast and nearly as strong as Hei. At his touch she whips around and slams him against a wall, pinning his hand. Something sharp scratches at Hei's throat.
Her eyes glow in the darkness: dim silver rims that stare at him unblinking.
"Moontouched?" She hisses.
Though she has not released his hand. The constant pressure is very soothing, quelling a rising panic that had begun to push itself into Hei's brain.
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It's her, he realizes. And if it's her who's keeping him grounded, then--?
His eyes stay locked on hers.
"Who," he grinds out between his teeth, "is in my head?"