the eternal sleep and the supposed villain

He extended his hand with the devices. Nico’s gaze flickered at them, then at his eyes. His pupils widened, like those of a gazelle that senses the approaching lion but doesn’t see it yet.
Michael tilted his head in silent question, shamelessly staring into the blue-grey of Rosberg’s irises. What a shame he couldn’t find the same shade of glass.

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