[ Blood has scabbed black in the threads of Erik’s jumpsuit beneath Charles’ hands, seams and patches saturated, glimpses of metal plate tacky with old splatter. It’s dried like tar in his beard, matted in runs from his nose and ears, smeared, scruffed in his hair and eyebrows and flaking crusty under his collar. He’s filthy with it.
And unscathed.
His bones all settle where and how they should. The scars in his armor are all familiar.
Diagrēgoreōn, though.
A deeper swell of breath sees him opening his eyes, shocky disorientation grappled onto Charles with a ferocity that’s hard-pressed to wind down into relief. He’d been trying to get away and something in the jungle brought him back, black robes all too easily muddied in with a black figure scratching and pulling at the edges of his vision, broad strokes of thought sweeping across a seismic readout that crushes at what little blood pressure he has left. His heart squeezes for his throat like a spooked octopus, breath agitating into a froth behind his teeth.
All of this frantic telepathic tattling and he hasn’t realized she’s still looming right there, seven paces away, like a rug thrown over a lamp. ]
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And unscathed.
His bones all settle where and how they should. The scars in his armor are all familiar.
Diagrēgoreōn, though.
A deeper swell of breath sees him opening his eyes, shocky disorientation grappled onto Charles with a ferocity that’s hard-pressed to wind down into relief. He’d been trying to get away and something in the jungle brought him back, black robes all too easily muddied in with a black figure scratching and pulling at the edges of his vision, broad strokes of thought sweeping across a seismic readout that crushes at what little blood pressure he has left. His heart squeezes for his throat like a spooked octopus, breath agitating into a froth behind his teeth.
All of this frantic telepathic tattling and he hasn’t realized she’s still looming right there, seven paces away, like a rug thrown over a lamp. ]