You’re not exactly sure what this sensation is. You know you have two eyes and that they’re open and seem to have no problems, but there’s still something blurry in the corner of your eyes, and you feel a certain pressure, as if you were pressing down on your eyelids. You reach to rub your eyes and that’s when you realize it: eyes, hundreds of them, covering your hands like a rash, all different sizes and colors, and all staring intensely at you. Eventually they'll recede back into your skin.
Of course Ignis was calm about it before he realized he was holding his breath. feeling his arm for any blemishes or marks.










