[ there isn't much in the way of answers, but the light does what it's meant to do. it sears out sight and replaces it with milky nothingness, the men crumpling to the ground out of pain — or is it relief that it's over? their mumbling and groveling finally gives way to silence, though, so caroline doesn't care either way.
instead, her gaze skims back up to his, and the light in her palms dims out, the blue glow between them fading out; in the relative quiet, caroline suddenly finds herself acutely aware of the thrum of her own heartbeat under her skin. unlike the adrenaline rush of a fight or the surge of defensive energy when attacked, this is something altogether different. it's more purposeful, intentional; she chose to blind them, and that choice now echoes through her.
it echoes in the uptick of her heartbeat, the darkening of her eyes (not quite to black, but dark enough), the thick swallow in her throat — and perhaps most telling, the way she doesn't say anything at all, but simply waits, job done. ]
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instead, her gaze skims back up to his, and the light in her palms dims out, the blue glow between them fading out; in the relative quiet, caroline suddenly finds herself acutely aware of the thrum of her own heartbeat under her skin. unlike the adrenaline rush of a fight or the surge of defensive energy when attacked, this is something altogether different. it's more purposeful, intentional; she chose to blind them, and that choice now echoes through her.
it echoes in the uptick of her heartbeat, the darkening of her eyes (not quite to black, but dark enough), the thick swallow in her throat — and perhaps most telling, the way she doesn't say anything at all, but simply waits, job done. ]