The first day they're overdue, he'll notice an odd few sensations: whispers just within hearing range, soft voices rising and falling, though he's never quite aware of what they're saying. He'll feel ghostly fingers, too, brushing up against his skin. Of course, he may just assume they're a part of the event!
They aren't.
As the days pass and the event ends, the sensations will grow worse. Soon Quentin will feel as though fingers are constantly clawing just beneath the surface of his skin, trying to scratch their way out. He'll even see the outline, bulging fingers straining against his skin, all over his body. If he reaches for a place he can't see-- say, the back of his head-- he'll even be able to feel those fingers breaking through his skull for a few terrifying seconds. The whispering in his ears is growing worse, louder and louder, until in some moments it's all he can hear.
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The first day they're overdue, he'll notice an odd few sensations: whispers just within hearing range, soft voices rising and falling, though he's never quite aware of what they're saying. He'll feel ghostly fingers, too, brushing up against his skin. Of course, he may just assume they're a part of the event!
They aren't.
As the days pass and the event ends, the sensations will grow worse. Soon Quentin will feel as though fingers are constantly clawing just beneath the surface of his skin, trying to scratch their way out. He'll even see the outline, bulging fingers straining against his skin, all over his body. If he reaches for a place he can't see-- say, the back of his head-- he'll even be able to feel those fingers breaking through his skull for a few terrifying seconds. The whispering in his ears is growing worse, louder and louder, until in some moments it's all he can hear.
Return your damn books, Quentin.