Re: Dream: Billy/Wanda
[The light was bright enough to blind in the darkness that pressed close, so that he had to squeeze his eyes into slits while he tried to make out the slender silhouette of someone small standing on the other side of some barrier. Just the shape of an arm, there, hanging from the loose hem of a sleeve, that was all he could see - then even that much was gone, leaving the black to the fill up against his eyes and his ears. Leaving the sharp, metallic smell of ozone, real or imagined, that pricked at his nose.
A phantom light burned against his retinas and followed his gaze around the room.
He felt it, the sudden violence that rent the air between them like it was delicate silk, some unconscious reflex that brought up a forearm to cover his face. Though the shrapnel fell short of where he stood, it was the force of the movement that sent him stumbling backwards. Tripping over his own feet and falling back, down, onto his rear end so that the wind rushed out of his lungs and a blue-white sphere sputtered once against his outstretched palm.
He heard the word when it came, with no recollection of it on his lips.]