[Desire's hand tightens, but there is no cruel pinch of fingernails.
Instead there is gray.
Gray as far as anyone can see, gray like slate, like clouds, iron-gray, no color at all except for Eridan's hair and Desire's eyes. The ground is thick and swampy, and it's grabbing, grabbing at feet and ankles like it could suck them both in. The mist covers everything, even the mirrors, the mirrors that are windows into the world that is still gray]
Welcome to my twin's realm, where it borders mine. Don't let go of my hand.
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Instead there is gray.
Gray as far as anyone can see, gray like slate, like clouds, iron-gray, no color at all except for Eridan's hair and Desire's eyes. The ground is thick and swampy, and it's grabbing, grabbing at feet and ankles like it could suck them both in. The mist covers everything, even the mirrors, the mirrors that are windows into the world that is still gray]
Welcome to my twin's realm, where it borders mine. Don't let go of my hand.