Iridian
Sickly sweet but also sour, like pus mixed with overbearing perfume.
White lines crawled and pulsed beneath his skin, thin and sharp like the branches of lighting as they crackled across the sky. Those white tendrils crawled up the side of his face, buried beneath his skin like a festering poison. Even his eyes, which were once a deep shade of chestnut brown, were now a disturbingly milky shade of white. The color consumed his dark pupils with that strange film.
Something was wrong, very wrong. This wasn’t the magic of Castle Mist. This was something else. I knew it without a doubt, shuddering as the thought rang true within my own gut.
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