The wisping motes of light around Mark's head seemed at first glance laughably angelic. It began to sync with the rhythm of the heartbeat pulsing through the now visible veins. No halo, it was merely the heat of his body. Jack tried to shake the vision off, the throb of the veins was instinctually fascinating. Terrible, terrible...
It felt like his eyes had been hit by a drop of water, the world in front of him was bleary and smudged, a quickly moving trail of dusty smoke flitted off into the distance.
I wanted to leave a bit more of my 'hand' in this page, showing more of the brush strokes. Typically I would blend and blur this all to hell. Let me know if you hate it, I'll keep playing around with it.