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Domain expansion: Unlimited void
Holds the appearance of outer space, stars upon galaxies encircling the wielder and the opponent. [Subsequent appearance subject to change determined by the wielder]
One of the most advanced techniques inherited by the Six Eyes, the user of this technique is capable of ensnaring a target within their domain and overloading their brain with a massive amount of information. It forces the target into a catatonic state as they are faced with every single thought or action they have ever made on an infinite loop, rendering them immobile. The target is presented with all the information they could never use and is paralyzed at the face of it.
Soft streaks of sunlight spilled into the room through the gaps between closed curtains. Casting light and creating shadows on the rumples of the bedsheet under which two pairs of feet lay almost entangled. The soft chirping of birds can be heard outside. The sun has not set yet and so they are still awake.
Breathless laughter, soft giggles echoed around the small room. A staple, for this particular room. It was almost as if the quiet conversations shared under warm covers had been etched onto the floorboards, or the joy of companionship had been absorbed into the ceiling. Echoes that would remain long after the dust that would settle around the things of this room.
Two faces, afterglows of laughter painted across their cheeks. Gasps for air and clutched stomachs. Whispering and chortling that bring about more laughter. Youth, everywhere and nowhere.
Their breathing slows gradually and their chests settle down. Their eyes blink drowsily, fatigue weighing down upon them. Rustling of sheets, sleep rubbing off on pillows. Their bellies are warm and full with snacks and sweets from the company before.
Yawning, and then a pair of eyes slowly closing, his breathing becoming even.
The other pair lays awake still, glittering blue eyes surveying the room. He knows what he wants to do, even though there is nothing for him to do. He does what he has always done, what he was born to do. Throughout the heavens and the earth, the burden is on him alone. To watch and to never look away, even if his retinas sting and his hands ache to help.
What traps him now, is much more pleasant, if not voluntary. He watches, as the other’s chest rises up and down. He feels familiar cursed energy, dormant and comforting, coursing through his body and coming to nestle in his stomach. He almost associates the energy with his own. Distinctly separate and different and yet complementary and entwined all the same. Pitch black hair spread across both their pillows. Hands rested against his side, relaxed and inviting. He inhales a familiar, grounding scent, one that has been lingering on his own clothes recently.
He aches to move, to touch. To hold, to know. But his hands stay still, they remain frozen under the bedsheet they both share. He is meant to be sleeping but he is not. He is meant to keep his hands to himself, and he does.
But god, do the images keep him where he wants to be. Flooded with affection and devotion, he cannot do anything but watch him and breathe. He sees everything ; the stolen touches, the whispers shared. Whole conversations shared only by looks. The unspoken understanding of ‘I've got you.’ Glances from across the room, searching and waiting to fall upon another. There you are, I've been looking for you.
Here you are, I've found you.
He sees everything, yet he feels only one thing. The heartbeat of his counterpart, through the eyes that never stop looking. It beats alongside his own, in sync.
Can you not see, my love? He thinks. Do I have to scratch it on the walls for you to know? Can't it be enough, that I give you my heart on a silver platter, to say everything that I am unable to capture in words?
He thumbs the hair tie around his wrist. His tongue savours the long washed away taste of chemical sweet strawberry candy that was given to him hours prior, they are his favorite. He knows if he were to reach out to the drawer behind him, the one with the desk light he helped choose, he would find more of those candies.
He does not have to say it, or put it beautifully. All anyone would have to do is look and they'd see what he meant.
He sighs fondly and closes his eyes, drifting into a peaceful slumber.