[Perhaps she had cried out, in that tormented place that had blossomed in his mind when he opened it to admit her. Perhaps she had, but it was everything else he had seen, everything else he had felt, that had sent such a chill through Liem’s chest.]
When you reached out, it felt like you were in pain. Like you were tied down. And I saw… an eye.
[Her eye? There had seemed to be two, blending together one after the other, but the images had come in such a chaotic rush that he could not parse the meaning, at least not then, while the connection was active. It was only later, after he had already begun searching, that he began to piece together the relevance of the things he’d seen, and wonder if he shouldn’t turn his eyes far from Alenroux, to look instead somewhere one might more easily conduct butchery such as he feared she endured…]
Your eye. Light, and a blade. But all in a rush, mingled with other things: Myself. The demon, Sebastian. A child I’ve never seen before.
[Blood and fangs, fear and misery running throughout like stitches holding the whole thing together.]
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[Perhaps she had cried out, in that tormented place that had blossomed in his mind when he opened it to admit her. Perhaps she had, but it was everything else he had seen, everything else he had felt, that had sent such a chill through Liem’s chest.]
When you reached out, it felt like you were in pain. Like you were tied down. And I saw… an eye.
[Her eye? There had seemed to be two, blending together one after the other, but the images had come in such a chaotic rush that he could not parse the meaning, at least not then, while the connection was active. It was only later, after he had already begun searching, that he began to piece together the relevance of the things he’d seen, and wonder if he shouldn’t turn his eyes far from Alenroux, to look instead somewhere one might more easily conduct butchery such as he feared she endured…]
Your eye. Light, and a blade. But all in a rush, mingled with other things: Myself. The demon, Sebastian. A child I’ve never seen before.
[Blood and fangs, fear and misery running throughout like stitches holding the whole thing together.]
I was worried for you. I’m still worried.