[It isn't a question. It's a furious demand, a challenge that blazes through parted lips and gritted teeth and a stare incensed, but, on closer inspection, not so creepy as one might think. Their eyes are an ordinary if subtly darker shade of brown, not yet rusted red with the circumstances of undeath and the turning of a clock, over and over, reset to zero.]
[That doesn't cut the power of their gaze. It only alters it.]
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[It isn't a question. It's a furious demand, a challenge that blazes through parted lips and gritted teeth and a stare incensed, but, on closer inspection, not so creepy as one might think. Their eyes are an ordinary if subtly darker shade of brown, not yet rusted red with the circumstances of undeath and the turning of a clock, over and over, reset to zero.]
[That doesn't cut the power of their gaze. It only alters it.]