<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">There was still something off about the young woman that raised her hand to her throat with he slackened his grip and stalked off. His touch still lingered there where her pulse still thrummed hot in her veins. The violet cast of her gaze shifted down and away from the man who watched her still from where he plopped himself as she reached out herself to pinch the skin on her back of her hand. She felt the pressure, the brief sting, then looked up and over her shoulder to where the door had disappeared. Without saying a word, the fire swirled and lit her eyes in ultraviolet, opening a different kind of spectrum that only a fraction of humankind could unlock. They called this the Witch Sight or the Third Eye -- though scientists now called it something else. Something about tetrachromacy or something. Only there was more to it than that -- and it had taken her too many years to figure out just what and why she saw the things that she did. Or what she was able to do with it.<br/>
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Where her eyes trailed they saw the truth of his entrapment, and where there once was a door, her hand slid across smooth stone instead of the illusion cast in place of something grandeur and stately. She sucked in a little breath as her attention swept back to the man that lounged on the couch, seeing the Truth in him away. Her eyes flinched away from him quick enough, his otherworldly presence a brilliant thing snapping away at her synopses. And to think, there had been too much time as a child where she hadn’t been able to comprehend how her particular powers work.<br/>
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Her father had.<br/>
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She still questioned who to believe during that particular custody battle between Amata and James when she had been a child and only had vague memories of the man who occasionally visited her to give her a toy and an exam, with close attention paid to her eyes. She had fuzzier memories of her youngest years where needles drew out blood samples from her arm in exchange for candy, then there had been little more than static from the man that she had been introduced to as her father until she had hit her teenage years.<br/>
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“I Walked here…” she murmured casually, distracted still by the lay of the land. The power thrummed here, suffocating, prickling at her skin until she had to wrap her arms around herself and rub at her forearms to shake the feeling of being underneath an electromagnetic shell. What she had done was open herself up to it so that she could better understand what the actual fuck was going on. And what she was finding she didn’t like. Slowly but surely a low, sinking feeling formed in the pit of her stomach. Clearing her throat, she blinked rapidly to shut off the sight of his prison so that she could turn her attention back on him, a frown on her face. “You’re between Veils here. Trapped in… well, it’s air locked, that’s for sure. But you’re right -- no way out.” Don’t mind the uncertainty that had crept into her voice with that revelation.<br/>
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“Who the hell are you that you’re trapped in some sort of magic bubble?” She wasn’t about to tell him her name -- or anything else for that matter -- until she learned a little more about just what she was dealing with. A special kind of nasty, she already knew, but he didn’t reek like a demon or like anything else she had encountered, such as the ethereal sidhe. He felt like something more. Something older. And that did nothing to ease the pitted stomach feel. She faked the lopsided, churlish grin that quirked her lips and finally moved away from the wall to slink closer to the dancing flames. Despite the illusion, she still felt the heat permeating from them. So while he sunk into the couch, she stood still, half facing him, while her eyes went to the flames.<br/>
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“Who locked you away here? How long have you been getting wasted on a nightly basis because you’re bored shitless?”<br/>
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No matter that she kept sneaking closer glimpses at his face as it was framed by the light of the fire. The feeling of familiarity was still there, teasing the back of her mind, and was making her fidget in place as she struggled to remember something.</span></span>