Something was in the air.
Paralyzing, blinding - I saw the room give way, melding into a blur, a swirly nothingness spinning around and around like I'm being whirled in a merry-go-round the more I tried to get a grasp on things.
Something was in her stare.
The milky, pupilless gray of her gaze, peering, preying at me from right above. I saw it slowly swirling, gradually rousing - desires manifesting. I've almost forgotten how they looked, the web of veins coalescing around her once gentle gaze, altering it, reforming it, into something I usually dread and fear to see, but now…
Now I'm not so sure…
Her hands spread out against my jacket, her claws, the tips, almost like hooks, sinking into the fabric. I could feel them, like jolts of electricity, a sprinkle of snow, across the surface of my chest.