It was indeed a bad idea. As Lea had said, the portal wasn't connected to anything in this world; aside from the dark of the portal itself, Ian would git only the briefest glimpse of swirling, psychedelic colors before their head poked through the opposite side of the portal and back into the hall. But strange as it was, what it looked like wasn't a problem. What it felt like, however...
Passing through the portal felt like passing through thick, clingy, oily smoke, though somehow with both more and less substance at once. And it was cold, seeming to suck all of the warmth out of their skin wherever it touched, even through hair or clothing. There was even a faint smell to it, hard to identify, but acrid, metallic, and particularly unpleasant to them personally. But more than the unpleasant texture, the cold, or the smell, they would feel Darkness, heavy and oppressive in a way that had nothing to do with physical weight, bearing down on them, twisting, squirming, and reaching, pulling at the darkness in their own heart. Distant, but powerful. Ancient. Primal. Hungry. And the darkness within them responded, trying to find cracks to force its way to the surface, like reaching for like...
Until Lea yanked them back. It had only been a moment, but it would likely have felt significantly longer to them. Lea hastily dismissed the portal, but not before they would see what looked like wispy tendrils of shadow reaching for them. Then the portal was gone. But hints of the cold, the feel of clingy smoke, and traces of the unpleasant smell would linger for a few minutes yet. And less tangible things might linger even longer. "Whoa, hey... you OK there?", Lea asked, clearly concerned and suspecting that the answer was no.
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Date: 2025-02-18 03:24 am (UTC)Passing through the portal felt like passing through thick, clingy, oily smoke, though somehow with both more and less substance at once. And it was cold, seeming to suck all of the warmth out of their skin wherever it touched, even through hair or clothing. There was even a faint smell to it, hard to identify, but acrid, metallic, and particularly unpleasant to them personally. But more than the unpleasant texture, the cold, or the smell, they would feel Darkness, heavy and oppressive in a way that had nothing to do with physical weight, bearing down on them, twisting, squirming, and reaching, pulling at the darkness in their own heart. Distant, but powerful. Ancient. Primal. Hungry. And the darkness within them responded, trying to find cracks to force its way to the surface, like reaching for like...
Until Lea yanked them back. It had only been a moment, but it would likely have felt significantly longer to them. Lea hastily dismissed the portal, but not before they would see what looked like wispy tendrils of shadow reaching for them. Then the portal was gone. But hints of the cold, the feel of clingy smoke, and traces of the unpleasant smell would linger for a few minutes yet. And less tangible things might linger even longer. "Whoa, hey... you OK there?", Lea asked, clearly concerned and suspecting that the answer was no.