[Everything that happens in the next few seconds go by in a flash, as these things tend to do. If he were in his right mind, Loki would appreciate the elegance with which Lestat gets out from under him and up on his feet again. They were similar moves to his own, but all he sees right now is a blur of movement tinged in red.
It suddenly feels like he has a headache coming on, like nothing he knows is real. It’s a scary and unfortunately familiar feeling. If anything is snapping him out of this as much as what the strange man before him keeps insisting, it’s the feeling that he’s not in control of his own mind. It’s like he can practically feel the sceptre in his hand, pulsing bright blue with the power of the mind stone.]
You dare insult my home? [It’s almost as if someone else is speaking, as if he’s inside himself watching as someone else controls his actions and it’s simply too close to some dark times in his past. He begins stalking forward towards Lestat as his actual and perceived anger come together and focus on the one target both can see.]
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It suddenly feels like he has a headache coming on, like nothing he knows is real. It’s a scary and unfortunately familiar feeling. If anything is snapping him out of this as much as what the strange man before him keeps insisting, it’s the feeling that he’s not in control of his own mind. It’s like he can practically feel the sceptre in his hand, pulsing bright blue with the power of the mind stone.]
You dare insult my home? [It’s almost as if someone else is speaking, as if he’s inside himself watching as someone else controls his actions and it’s simply too close to some dark times in his past. He begins stalking forward towards Lestat as his actual and perceived anger come together and focus on the one target both can see.]