The darkness behind his eyes is complete and beckoning, and for a moment it seems so much easier to forget where he is and what he's doing and enjoy that pitch black void instead; only he'd prepared Edwin well, and Edwin wasn't about to let the plan fail just because the Cat still couldn't keep his shit together when something tried to tempt him to let it all go.
He opens his eyes at the sound of Edwin's voice. The gold in them is, momentarily, shot through with a few flickers of violet, but it dies down as he lets the gentle command keep him in place. It sounds like something Edwin might have said to Charles, to one of his friends, something firm but oddly comforting. It does the trick for the Cat, at least, and he manages to quiet some of the turmoil in him as he looks back into Edwin's sparkling green eyes.
The cup is almost there, two thirds of the way full. The Cat can't draw his eyes away to check, but he can tell from the way his body yearns for the end to come, and the way the room around them yearns to have it continue on and on until it's drank all the power there is on offer here. A little burst of purple behind the Cat shocks into view, like the lashing of a great tail made of violet fire, here and then gone.
The Cat manages a smile, though.
"It's alright. I've got it." He says, exhaling slowly once he's finished speaking. Edwin's eyes are so bright like this. Is it the darkness of the room making them glow like that, or is it the energy in the air amplifying their beauty? "...Your eyes are mesmerising like this. You look, like... warmer, somehow. Tangible."
It's not clear if he's talking because he's got a better hold on himself, or if he's talking to keep himself in the present moment, or both, but as he inhales and exhales another shaky breath, he manages to glance down and check the cup, finding that it's mere drops away from the rim now. Soon this will all be over.
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Date: 2025-09-24 05:57 pm (UTC)He opens his eyes at the sound of Edwin's voice. The gold in them is, momentarily, shot through with a few flickers of violet, but it dies down as he lets the gentle command keep him in place. It sounds like something Edwin might have said to Charles, to one of his friends, something firm but oddly comforting. It does the trick for the Cat, at least, and he manages to quiet some of the turmoil in him as he looks back into Edwin's sparkling green eyes.
The cup is almost there, two thirds of the way full. The Cat can't draw his eyes away to check, but he can tell from the way his body yearns for the end to come, and the way the room around them yearns to have it continue on and on until it's drank all the power there is on offer here. A little burst of purple behind the Cat shocks into view, like the lashing of a great tail made of violet fire, here and then gone.
The Cat manages a smile, though.
"It's alright. I've got it." He says, exhaling slowly once he's finished speaking. Edwin's eyes are so bright like this. Is it the darkness of the room making them glow like that, or is it the energy in the air amplifying their beauty? "...Your eyes are mesmerising like this. You look, like... warmer, somehow. Tangible."
It's not clear if he's talking because he's got a better hold on himself, or if he's talking to keep himself in the present moment, or both, but as he inhales and exhales another shaky breath, he manages to glance down and check the cup, finding that it's mere drops away from the rim now. Soon this will all be over.