Shaun, watching, actually giggled--an almost drunk sort of giggle. Susan, still grinning that unpleasant grin, took Jaime's shoulders and held him away, her black eyes dancing with unholy amusement.
NOW, NOW, she chided, DON'T RUN OFF. IT'S RUDE. She took his chin in one hand, forcing him to look at her. The tiny points of blue fire in her eyes seemed to flare brighter for a moment, as she stared hard into his own eyes, apparently trying to see through to the back of his skull. WHAT EXACTLY IS IN YOUR HEAD, CHILD? Neither she nor Shaun seemed to realize that there was something inherently odd about a twenty-five-year-old woman calling someone as old as Jaime 'child', but then the thing that had overtaken Susan was older even than humanity.
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Date: 2007-11-01 11:19 pm (UTC)NOW, NOW, she chided, DON'T RUN OFF. IT'S RUDE. She took his chin in one hand, forcing him to look at her. The tiny points of blue fire in her eyes seemed to flare brighter for a moment, as she stared hard into his own eyes, apparently trying to see through to the back of his skull. WHAT EXACTLY IS IN YOUR HEAD, CHILD? Neither she nor Shaun seemed to realize that there was something inherently odd about a twenty-five-year-old woman calling someone as old as Jaime 'child', but then the thing that had overtaken Susan was older even than humanity.