[Frank's easy smirk turns that edge sharper, a cold fire burning to a chill in sync with Julie's own cooling grin. Alec taking the fork is a good sign; maybe some of the people here are something other than ugly, boring, empty.
Then Alec breaks step in this little routine, and oh, Frank can feel his eyes widening in delight at the same time as his stomach churns with revulsion. At the same time as Julie's gaze turns into wicked satisfaction and her mouth purses into a thin and dangerous line.
Suddenly, in that moment, Alec has become something as beautiful as it is sickening. Wide blue eyes and thin brown slits stare at Alec with enough intensity that they're like icicles and stalactites threatening to pierce him; literally shining like twin sets of two moons, the sort of gaze that belongs in the skull of a wild animal and not a human being. Looking at those eyes, in this moment, they flash and shine with all the predatory focus of a wolfpack, and just as hungry. Wicked gemstones twinkling in the dark of the diner.]
Hey, Jules? [His eyes are as cold as hers, but his voice is burning with something. Thick with more than just the scars left by smoke's passage.] Have I ever told you that you have the best ideas?
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Then Alec breaks step in this little routine, and oh, Frank can feel his eyes widening in delight at the same time as his stomach churns with revulsion. At the same time as Julie's gaze turns into wicked satisfaction and her mouth purses into a thin and dangerous line.
Suddenly, in that moment, Alec has become something as beautiful as it is sickening. Wide blue eyes and thin brown slits stare at Alec with enough intensity that they're like icicles and stalactites threatening to pierce him; literally shining like twin sets of two moons, the sort of gaze that belongs in the skull of a wild animal and not a human being. Looking at those eyes, in this moment, they flash and shine with all the predatory focus of a wolfpack, and just as hungry. Wicked gemstones twinkling in the dark of the diner.]
Hey, Jules? [His eyes are as cold as hers, but his voice is burning with something. Thick with more than just the scars left by smoke's passage.] Have I ever told you that you have the best ideas?