[Should Alec wind his way through the graveyard, he’ll find two familiar faces. One of them is Henry, who stands face-to-face and frowning with another large and intimidating figure, one that Alec will remember from the time Henry told him of his fate in a parallel dimension: “Vecna” himself.
He is no less intimidating in person than he is as a figment of the imagination. The tendrils along his neck and shoulders writhe and squirm like living things; his flesh is undead and irreparably scared and twisted. That large, clawed left hand reaches out and stretches in Henry’s direction, though Henry doesn’t seem shaken enough not to return the favor, gripping hard against his shadow’s wrist to halt him. Why should he be afraid? This is just another visage of him, after all.
Their eyes, though. They share the same eyes, if not in color due to Henry's current possession, then in shape. In keen, piercing coldness.
Vecna’s voice is impossibly deep when he speaks. It could not be farther from Henry’s soft intonations, the delicate way he pronounces every syllable.]
If you cannot decide, then you must accept.
[Whatever they’re talking about, Henry does not seem pleased. He has no reply, trying to wrest him away.]
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He is no less intimidating in person than he is as a figment of the imagination. The tendrils along his neck and shoulders writhe and squirm like living things; his flesh is undead and irreparably scared and twisted. That large, clawed left hand reaches out and stretches in Henry’s direction, though Henry doesn’t seem shaken enough not to return the favor, gripping hard against his shadow’s wrist to halt him. Why should he be afraid? This is just another visage of him, after all.
Their eyes, though. They share the same eyes, if not in color due to Henry's current possession, then in shape. In keen, piercing coldness.
Vecna’s voice is impossibly deep when he speaks. It could not be farther from Henry’s soft intonations, the delicate way he pronounces every syllable.]
If you cannot decide, then you must accept.
[Whatever they’re talking about, Henry does not seem pleased. He has no reply, trying to wrest him away.]