Drusilla nods to the chair at her table. "Sit down," she says. "Unless you want your knees to buckle as you fall."
When he's seated, she meets his eyes and leans forward, drawn by the fear she sees hidden behind determination and will. She holds up two fingers and points from his eyes to hers. "Look at me," she says slowly, enunciating every syllable. "Be...in...me." When he's completely under her spell, she smiles and begins.
Without words, she sends images into his mind, thoughts of Aeryn, of Cameron, of his friends at school and events from his childhood, of his father. They fill his brain, moving too fast for him to see or process, and John hears soft whispering at the edges of his hearing before everything slows and he finally comes back to himself with a raging headache.
OOC: I hope you don't mind I did a bit of NPCing of you here. It would have been hard to describe otherwise. Let me know if it's a problem and I'll delete/repost.
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When he's seated, she meets his eyes and leans forward, drawn by the fear she sees hidden behind determination and will. She holds up two fingers and points from his eyes to hers. "Look at me," she says slowly, enunciating every syllable. "Be...in...me." When he's completely under her spell, she smiles and begins.
Without words, she sends images into his mind, thoughts of Aeryn, of Cameron, of his friends at school and events from his childhood, of his father. They fill his brain, moving too fast for him to see or process, and John hears soft whispering at the edges of his hearing before everything slows and he finally comes back to himself with a raging headache.
OOC: I hope you don't mind I did a bit of NPCing of you here. It would have been hard to describe otherwise. Let me know if it's a problem and I'll delete/repost.