[ it doesn't hurt. if there's any saving grace to it, it's that; as soon as the tendrils have found their way out it stops feeling like anything at all. there's an optical illusion to them, a sense that they're drawing in all the shadows in the room and getting darker and darker and more malevolentβ
and then they aren't, anymore, at all, and ness' arm drops limply to her side. she gasps in a breath, then snaps her mouth shut and breathes deliberately through her nose. she avoids cedric's eyes, and makes no more sound. when he speaks, she doesn't startle, but she follows his command with a swiftness, and folds her hands in her lap.
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[ it doesn't hurt. if there's any saving grace to it, it's that; as soon as the tendrils have found their way out it stops feeling like anything at all. there's an optical illusion to them, a sense that they're drawing in all the shadows in the room and getting darker and darker and more malevolentβ
and then they aren't, anymore, at all, and ness' arm drops limply to her side. she gasps in a breath, then snaps her mouth shut and breathes deliberately through her nose. she avoids cedric's eyes, and makes no more sound. when he speaks, she doesn't startle, but she follows his command with a swiftness, and folds her hands in her lap.
they're trembling.
she doesn't say a word. ]