[viktor startles when he sees the gash, only the vague thought of 'he's a coldblood then' following when the blood crystalizes on the ground. it is always an unnerving feeling when this happens, when he knows there is little he can do aside from get in the way, and he regrets it each time even as it often seems a sad inevitability of this place.
maybe it's that regret, maybe it's the blood or maybe it's the whatever happens when that odd tremor final reaches the surface. it's the last thing viktor sees when suddenly the world lurches again and they're back to where they ended up before, GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME still etched where it was before.
this time remina is there too, watching them with a hard stare from a distance away. viktor ignores her completely for a moment, moving to fushiguro with a furrowed brow, eye on his arm. back to normal of course, as though it never happened at all.]
Are you alright? The phantom pain can sometimes linger.
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[viktor startles when he sees the gash, only the vague thought of 'he's a coldblood then' following when the blood crystalizes on the ground. it is always an unnerving feeling when this happens, when he knows there is little he can do aside from get in the way, and he regrets it each time even as it often seems a sad inevitability of this place.
maybe it's that regret, maybe it's the blood or maybe it's the whatever happens when that odd tremor final reaches the surface. it's the last thing viktor sees when suddenly the world lurches again and they're back to where they ended up before, GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME still etched where it was before.
this time remina is there too, watching them with a hard stare from a distance away. viktor ignores her completely for a moment, moving to fushiguro with a furrowed brow, eye on his arm. back to normal of course, as though it never happened at all.]
Are you alright? The phantom pain can sometimes linger.