Manifestation of the Fallen Lightning
Victor's head came up, violet eyes contracting into a still intensity that made a cut through the oppressive air in the room. The corner of his lips was pulled into a wry, almost playful, smile, but it held a sinister edge, a trace of something wild beneath leash. The tension between them wasn't just palpable—it was choking, curling itself into every recess of the room, pinning itself against walls, creeping across floors like a living creature. "The lightning… it is gone. But I… feel it inside me.". Alive, still… His words floated into the air between them like a whispered secret on a breeze, soft, nearly intimate, but heavy enough to weigh on their chests, humming with a burden that sent the hairs along their arms prickling.
