Theron could feel every bead that touched his body, how they glided down the contours of his face, sliding through the lines that separated his closed eyelids and the high bridge of his nose. They glimmered along his strong jaw, soaking his robes through and yet leaving him with a feeling more comfortable than words could describe.
He didn't feel cold—even the dampness of it all didn't seem to register properly. It was like he was sitting on a perch overlooking the entire world, a patient breeze riding the wave of his inhale.
When he opened his eyes, the world felt so very bright despite the darkness above. The frozen raindrops sparkled like crystals to his naked eye, each one radiating a gentle blue light that formed the faintest connection with his Third Eye.
He had yet to deploy it once more, and yet it was like he didn't have to.
