Stand face to face with your god
It is the suddenness of it that finally grips her with some semblance of fear.
He abruptly goes staggering away from her.
A vise tightens around her windpipe.
The change in her is not as obvious, not to her. She cannot feel the monsters, the thing they take from her, or the thing they replace it with.
Even if she had been able to feel them, she likely would not have noticed, so fierce is her concentration as the reptilian eyes flash and narrow as she struggles to pull him into focus. He is so little more than the galaxy splashed across his chest in this light, dark as the shadows that collapse and writhe around them.
Her gaze falls heavy on the puddle at his feet, pulled there by the hiss it makes as it lands. The sound is followed by the shape of her name but she does not look up, merely goes on studying the scorched earth.
She breathes steady, though she tilts her head and the heart has begun to rattle itself against its ribbed cage. Her nostrils flare and the reptilian eyes slide back to an electric green from that urgent red. “What’s happened?” she asks without looking at him, still oblivious to the way her own skin has gone dangerously cold.
Finally, she slides her gaze from the earth to his face and finds his eyes tightly closed. She draws in another steadying breath and moves toward him, reaches for him, touches her mouth to his shoulder.
@[obelisk]