Andrew's eyes are fixed on the pentacle lock. The look of determination is slowly draining away from his face, replaced by --
-- blankness, but not the blankness of shock; it's more as though there's nothing there to animate his face.
The gold light is spreading outward from the lock, pushing back the blue in a slow struggle. In response, the blue flares higher, harsher, growing bright enough to sting the eye.
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Date: 2011-04-29 11:03 pm (UTC)-- blankness, but not the blankness of shock; it's more as though there's nothing there to animate his face.
The gold light is spreading outward from the lock, pushing back the blue in a slow struggle. In response, the blue flares higher, harsher, growing bright enough to sting the eye.