[When there's just the one, it's easy to think it some kind of odd trick, some laser art, though this would all be a very elaborate prank if so.
But then there are more of them than he can count, and Rafael watches with wide green eyes, caught somewhere between his brain trying to make sense of what he just saw, trying to come up with some logical explanation, and a very small part of it replaying the hysterical babblings about a witch.
He doesn't scream, and he doesn't run, but he does inch along the wall, putting more distance between them, grip on the device not loosening any.]
I think we both know that isn't happening. What do you want?
[He sounds a lot calmer than he feels, but for all that his voice is quiet and unwavering, the words come out very quickly.]
1...2....
But then there are more of them than he can count, and Rafael watches with wide green eyes, caught somewhere between his brain trying to make sense of what he just saw, trying to come up with some logical explanation, and a very small part of it replaying the hysterical babblings about a witch.
He doesn't scream, and he doesn't run, but he does inch along the wall, putting more distance between them, grip on the device not loosening any.]
I think we both know that isn't happening. What do you want?
[He sounds a lot calmer than he feels, but for all that his voice is quiet and unwavering, the words come out very quickly.]