...Hmm? Oh. Uh-huh. [ her voice is distant. distracted. and as far as she is concerned, albert's presence seems almost secondary to the wispy realities of the spell. she barely hears his words when her ears are filled with the sound of pounding blood and hot smoke. before now, she never realized that smoke could even have a sound. but here she is, hearing it.
the slayer reaches out but doesn't quite touch the space above his clavicle. although the entire man seems to skip and shudder like a paused vhs tape, it's from this point and emanating down his arm that presents as eerily still. under such heady enchantment, it seems as though the normal glitches out and the abnormal resolves itself into a kind of clarity.
buffy frowns. the shoulder; the arm; the hand. all of it is additionally devoid of colour -- all except the centre of his glove, where a dim light pulses. and so, at the last moment, her attention is diverted from the arm as a whole and she grabs impulsively for the light, only belatedly noticing its presence in two other spots: albert's opposite hand and his forehead. ]
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the slayer reaches out but doesn't quite touch the space above his clavicle. although the entire man seems to skip and shudder like a paused vhs tape, it's from this point and emanating down his arm that presents as eerily still. under such heady enchantment, it seems as though the normal glitches out and the abnormal resolves itself into a kind of clarity.
buffy frowns. the shoulder; the arm; the hand. all of it is additionally devoid of colour -- all except the centre of his glove, where a dim light pulses. and so, at the last moment, her attention is diverted from the arm as a whole and she grabs impulsively for the light, only belatedly noticing its presence in two other spots: albert's opposite hand and his forehead. ]
Oh my God. There's...there's something else?