>She looked good with her hair like that, all that mess of buns and braids now framing her round face like a dumpling
>Her eyes catch yours, you can't hide your lust. She shoots a knowing glance, one you know well
>The usual exchange, you offer her a helpless shrug
>'you punk' she lets out a wheezy laugh before guiding you to relax in a chair
>She gets to work, lowering to her knees, removing the cloth and coming face to face with your lone trooper, standing to the brim with attention
>A coy laugh fills the room 'I should have gotten some popcorn, I didn't know we were watching small soldiers'
>Her deep voice, it still manages to send shivers even though the words cut close
>She lifts a hand to pull an absent braid back, force of habit
>She winks up at you in a way that says 'silly me' only to catch herself in pain, it's only then you notice her eye is a little bloodshot
>'it's daijoubu yeah yeah yeah, just a little pokey action from the hairdressers'
>'pokey action? sus.'
>'Matte what do you mean sus?!!' she wheezes
>wanting revenge for your earlier, you send your one-man unit to march, swaying back and forth in an intimidating swagger
>the chair slides back, you lose your footing shooting further forward than you intended
>You only meant to gross her out by shaking your snake
>It's then you realize a sickening warmth forming around your shaft, you dare to look down.
>Beneath her bangs, where an eye brimming with lilac and love should be juts a stick of meat
>She's stunned, her vacant gaze half-cocked staring up at you, mouth ajar
>'OH SHIT IM SO SORRY'
>Where are the screams though? The world is deadly still
>You look closer
>W r o n g
>An eye, not a face, stares up at you, anything resembling human now absent.
>Your shaft is thrust in the iris, a color of such vibrant kaleidoscope, majesty and horror that words do not describe it
>You slip towards the pupil. Reality, what little of it remains, crashes over you like an avalanche of needles
>'be not afraid'
>You blink once more
>Her 'head' is close to yours now, surrounded by a triage ever-shifting circlets emblazoned with ever-shifting eyes, staring emotionless, unjudging
>You try and glimpse the facial features beneath, but it's as if your vision is blurry. No, like the memory is actively being scrubbed away, a dementia dream
>Where ribbons once rested gently on her wings now feature the same legion of soulless stares, warping a symbol of hope for that of despair
>At last you realize you're still... w a r m... Still connected. The eye you had unintentionally violated embraces you, like a father's handshake and a mother's hug
>You feel it first in your mind, cracks forming, reality bending its own rules, all that you know shattered
>In a rush the sensation escapes you, downward, outwards, waves of fear wash away from you and replaced by an ecstasy only felt between that fragile whisper between awake and oblivion
>As if the plug on reality was pulled, your sanity and consciousness are pulled into the eye, a sensation of your very being and the very universe itself engulfing the connecting point between your shaft and the eye
>You release, a pleasure so horrifying and supreme it breaks every taboo and establishes every tradition, you fade.
>'ayayaya, you weren't supposed to see that'
>'blame powers greater than I for this cursed moment'
>'don't worry I will make everything okie dokie artechokey'
>you rise with a start, it's your bed.
>you were sure something horrible happened, something unspeakable
>a hand settles you, you look over to see Eli, a new haircut, but the same smile you know
>you stare into her eyes for comfort
>for a moment you were sure you miscounted
>'Well everything is daijoubu--
>cause I got my eye on you.'