“Gervald …” said Brigid softly.
Gervald slowly opened his eyes and gazed sleepily at Brigid lying beside him. Smiling gently, Brigid rolled him over on his back as she over rolled herself to straddle him. She brushed his fair hair back from his face and started to stroke his temples, feeling for the slow beat of his heart under her gentle fingers. Slowly, deliberately, she began to blink her eyes in time to his heartbeat. Her head moved slowly from side to side, in time with his heartbeat. At the same time, she started to croon softly, barely audible, a sound that was like the soft music of a mother soothing her child, a sound that rose and fell like a gentle tide, a tide that focused his attention, then carried away any resistance he might have been able to muster.
Gervald gazed sleepily into Brigid’s emerald eyes: they seemed to glow, reflecting the golden candlelight. As her head moved first to the left and to the right, Gervald’s eyes seemed drawn to follow those eyes.
Brigid leaned closer. She slowly opened her eyes wider, drawing his gaze deeper into their depths. The candlelight glittered in her eyes, and seemed to awaken a soft emerald shining in their depths that drew his attention like a moth to a candle. “Sleeeeep … deep sleep …wonderful, deep sleep … deep, wonderful sleep … deep, wonderful surrender …” she crooned gently. “Sleep … deep sleep … your eyes are heavy with sleep … deep, wonderful sleep … close your eyes and sleep …” As she looked into his eyes, she felt his sleepy mind beginning to respond to her gentle but irresistible hypnotic suggestions.
Soon Gervald’s eyes were feeling too heavy to keep open, as they fought to continue to gaze into the fascinating depths of her eyes, which had stopped blinking and were now staring intently into his own with a force and power that gently but irresistibly compelled his attention. “Sleep … listen to me … and sleep …” she continued, her voice becoming more and more compelling yet still retaining its gentle caress upon his ears. “Close your eyes and sleep … sleep and surrender … listen … surrender and sleep … obey and sleep …”
Gervald’s consciousness was now completely and utterly focused on her eyes and her voice. He knew that he needed to sleep, that he felt so sleepy, so very tired, and it was so very pleasant to gaze into Brigid’s brilliant, beautiful green eyes and to listen to Brigid’s gentle, musical, compelling voice. It was the right thing to do, to let himself sleep as she was suggesting. It was the only thing to do, to surrender to her eyes and her voice.
His eyes closed and his head relaxed back onto the pillow. He breathed a great sigh as his whole body relaxed.
Brigid smiled smugly, proudly, as she continued to gently stroke his temples, and she began to speak softly to him, her voice scarcely above a whisper yet every word she knew was passing directly into the deepest parts of his mind, where they would be almost completely undetectable to the most potent sorcery or telepathy, except for Mother, of course.
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