Ethan barely heard what Greg said. His voice seemed jumbled to him, the words coming out in an odd order.
Then Greg put his hand on Ethan's shoulder, his palm against his exposed skin, and the world ignited.
A shiver assaulted Ethan's back and neck so violently it felt like a seizure for a second, but it passed just as quickly and when Ethan "came to" he had Greg's wrist clasped tightly in one of his hands, his other hand grasping onto Greg's shoulder and keeping the two of them rooted firmly in place. The contact was doing something to Ethan--what, he didn't know--but he figured it must be that he needed something to hold on to to right whatever was going wrong in his body.
"Don't move," he rasped out to Greg. "I'm dizzy. Apparently." He closed his eyes and took a few deep, steadying breaths, not sure what the giddy rush of energized sensitivity was that was currently assaulting his central nervous system. He opened his eyes to look at Greg again, his brows furrowed, but stopped dead in his tracks once again.
Maybe one of the side-effects of this monstrous chemical was sensory overload in general. Ethan could not think of any other reason he would be sitting here, frozen, clutching Greg probably too tight, simply arrested by the sunlight in his eyes which looked so much greener today.
((Hey, what do ya know, it is! We're doing pretty good so far xD ))
Then Greg put his hand on Ethan's shoulder, his palm against his exposed skin, and the world ignited.
A shiver assaulted Ethan's back and neck so violently it felt like a seizure for a second, but it passed just as quickly and when Ethan "came to" he had Greg's wrist clasped tightly in one of his hands, his other hand grasping onto Greg's shoulder and keeping the two of them rooted firmly in place. The contact was doing something to Ethan--what, he didn't know--but he figured it must be that he needed something to hold on to to right whatever was going wrong in his body.
"Don't move," he rasped out to Greg. "I'm dizzy. Apparently." He closed his eyes and took a few deep, steadying breaths, not sure what the giddy rush of energized sensitivity was that was currently assaulting his central nervous system. He opened his eyes to look at Greg again, his brows furrowed, but stopped dead in his tracks once again.
Maybe one of the side-effects of this monstrous chemical was sensory overload in general. Ethan could not think of any other reason he would be sitting here, frozen, clutching Greg probably too tight, simply arrested by the sunlight in his eyes which looked so much greener today.
((Hey, what do ya know, it is! We're doing pretty good so far xD ))