[ keeping that distance, he doesn't move. he doesn't move, but everything begins to change. murr has seen the beginnings of this before, but with the light (for as long as it remains) he can see clearer now, the way the shadows leech out of yomi himself.
they expand, shoot out, cover, invade every part of the room. in this transitory state, still with that same smile, yomi is more shadow than himself.
but that's actually just who they really are.
at some point, the weight on top of murr is no longer skin or flesh—it's also no longer just on murr, since they easily take up the entire room (actually, this room is pretty small for them, but those are the breaks unless they wanted to actually destroy the mansion. which they don't, not in this moment at least. ) shutting out all light.
the darkness, pitch black, only lasts for a second.
the light does return, but it's not the natural light of the day, but an ethereal, alien, red glow eminating from them. from them, the singular red eye painted in the shadows.
their iris easily takes up more than half the room (the bed having been subsumed quite some time ago), and what isn't their main body, the shadows, the tendrils, their hands, fill in the rest.
everything is being both pressed down, supported, protected by, trapped in, by them too. they're still warm like this, but the part that's on murr feels almost like seaweed. space really might be the sea of the universe. ]
Eye see you. [ the usual voice as always, with a sonorous quality, reverberates inside his head. ]
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they expand, shoot out, cover, invade every part of the room. in this transitory state, still with that same smile, yomi is more shadow than himself.
but that's actually just who they really are.
at some point, the weight on top of murr is no longer skin or flesh—it's also no longer just on murr, since they easily take up the entire room (actually, this room is pretty small for them, but those are the breaks unless they wanted to actually destroy the mansion. which they don't, not in this moment at least. ) shutting out all light.
the darkness, pitch black, only lasts for a second.
the light does return, but it's not the natural light of the day, but an ethereal, alien, red glow eminating from them. from them, the singular red eye painted in the shadows.
their iris easily takes up more than half the room (the bed having been subsumed quite some time ago), and what isn't their main body, the shadows, the tendrils, their hands, fill in the rest.
everything is being both pressed down, supported, protected by, trapped in, by them too. they're still warm like this, but the part that's on murr feels almost like seaweed. space really might be the sea of the universe. ]
Eye see you. [ the usual voice as always, with a sonorous quality, reverberates inside his head. ]