Soulgazes thomas

"Um," Molly said. She swallowed. "Why do your eyes do that?"
There was a lengthy pause before Thomas answered. "They aren't my eyes, Miss Carpenter. They're my demon's eyes. The better to see you with."
"Demon . . ." Molly said. She was staring. "You're hungry. Like, the vampire way."
"After a fight like that?" Thomas said. "I'm barely sane."
Both of them should have known better. Every time a wizard looks another person in the eyes, he runs the risk of triggering a deeper seeing, a voyeuristic peep through the windows of someone else's soul. You get a snapshot of the true nature of that person, and they get a peek back at you.
It was only the second time I'd ever seen a soulgaze happen to someone else. There was an instant where both of them locked their eyes on each other's. Molly's eyes widened suddenly, like a frightened doe's, and she jerked in a sharp breath. She stared at him with her chin twisting to one side, as if she were trying - and failing - to look away.
Thomas went unnaturally still, and though his eyes also widened, it reminded me more of a cat crouching down in anticipation, just before pouncing on its prey.
Molly's back arched slightly and a soft moan escaped her. Her eyes filled with tears.
"God," she said. "God. No. No, you're beautiful. God, you hurt so much, need so much. . . . Let me help you. . . ." She fumbled for his hand.
Thomas never moved as her fingers touched his. Not a muscle. His eyes closed very slowly.
"Miss Carpenter," he whispered. "Do not touch me. Please."

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She sat up, looking down at herself and at the green paint smeared all over her. She looked up at me again, dazed. "What just happened?"
"You soulgazed Thomas. You both lost perspective. He nearly ate you." I poked her with a crutch. "Mouse saved you. Get up."
"Right," she said. "Right." She stood up very slowly, wincing and rubbing at one wrist. "Um. Is . . . is Thomas all right?"
"Mouse nearly killed him," I said. "He's scared, ashamed, half out of his mind with hunger, and gone." I thumped her leg lightly with my crutch. "What were you thinking?"
Molly shook her head. "If you'd seen . . . I mean, if you'd seen him. Seen how lonely he was. Felt how much pain he was in, how empty he feels, Harry . . ." She teared up again. "I've never felt anything so horrible in my life. Or seen anyone braver."
"Apparently, you figured you'd help him out by letting him rip the life out of you."
She faced me for a moment, then flushed and looked away. "He . . . It doesn't get ripped out. It gets . . ." She blushed. "I think the only phrase that works is 'licked away.' Like licking the frosting off of a cake. Or . . . or the candy coating off of one of those lollipops."
"Except that as soon as you find out how many licks it takes him to get to your creamy center, you're dead," I said. "Or insane. Which is somewhat chilling to consider, given the things you can do. So I repeat." I thumped her leg with the tip of my crutch on each word. "What. Were. You. Thinking."
"It won't happen again," she said, but I saw her shiver as she said it.

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