With his eyes closed. Lightly closed, even, it doesn't hurt or anything. Dao doesn't know all that much about bending, but he has the impression that the kind of control it would take to make somebody close their eyes by moving their blood around and not hurt them even a little bit is... really something.
He feels himself walking around inside a quiet house, going down some stairs, walking around some more, and then sitting in a chair. Somebody ties him to the chair. Then nothing else happens for a bit.
It takes him several minutes of extended internal debate before he finally opens his eyes, fear of not knowing what's going on having won out over fear of what he might see.
His first impression is of lots of bones, and then the bones resolve into a huge figure of a spider, half-finished, menacing and somehow ethereally beautiful at the same time. He stifles a shriek.
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Date: 2015-08-08 03:12 pm (UTC)He feels himself walking around inside a quiet house, going down some stairs, walking around some more, and then sitting in a chair. Somebody ties him to the chair. Then nothing else happens for a bit.
It takes him several minutes of extended internal debate before he finally opens his eyes, fear of not knowing what's going on having won out over fear of what he might see.
His first impression is of lots of bones, and then the bones resolve into a huge figure of a spider, half-finished, menacing and somehow ethereally beautiful at the same time. He stifles a shriek.