Alex is so angry, his eyes that are boring into Win's with hate are very dark, clouded in swirls of black smoke.

That snaps Win out of his frozen stupor.

"Alex...stop." He pleads softly, with a hint of real fear he can't properly mask in his tone.

Something in his expression, or his words, gets through the haze of rage Alex has succumbed to. "Stop what?" He hisses.

"I–I think it's happening again... that thing," Win manages, unable to tear his eyes away from the darkness that rages around the warlock, "Your eyes, ah, they are changing again."

The words hang in the air while they hold each other's gazes,...