His upper lip curls in a sneer of disgust. "Do I?"
Coming down until their eyes are level, the Black Rider meets Mary's eyes, holding her gaze as a snake holds the gaze of a little bird it intends to consume.
In his eyes, his ice-bright, ice-cold eyes, is the desolate howling of a midwinter blizzard, the icy wind rushing down out of the north to bring with it the crushing, killing cold that numbs the senses until they subside into the darkness. The cold of fear and of death, the cold of the black nothingness between the stars, the endless dark of space. In his gaze is the suffocating, mind-bending malevolence of the Dark. Behind his eyes stretches the abyss that is the heart of the Dark, the bottomless chasm of malice and hate born in every man's heart out of ignorance and fear, upon the edge of which stands this fragile, mortal girl.
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Re: The Guests Mingle Here
Date: 2006-05-23 05:52 am (UTC)Coming down until their eyes are level, the Black Rider meets Mary's eyes, holding her gaze as a snake holds the gaze of a little bird it intends to consume.
In his eyes, his ice-bright, ice-cold eyes, is the desolate howling of a midwinter blizzard, the icy wind rushing down out of the north to bring with it the crushing, killing cold that numbs the senses until they subside into the darkness. The cold of fear and of death, the cold of the black nothingness between the stars, the endless dark of space. In his gaze is the suffocating, mind-bending malevolence of the Dark. Behind his eyes stretches the abyss that is the heart of the Dark, the bottomless chasm of malice and hate born in every man's heart out of ignorance and fear, upon the edge of which stands this fragile, mortal girl.