[ oh god he's really doing that— falco's breathing lodges in his throat with a choked gasp, and for a second, two— he doesn't want to bring himself to move. if he pulled, he'd yank luca with him. if he hurt himself . . . even if it grew back, that's more pollution in a blood heavy environment. he has to think, he has to use his head, and he has to perhaps risk it in a way that prevents paleblood shedding.
he only had one shot at this, so he steadies his breathing from getting too erratic, focuses— he's seen worse, focus— ]
Luca, stop! Sᴛⷮoͦрⷬ!
[ the voice is his, but it's different; it's charged with energy. the ability is used to calm combative, aggressive auras like throwing a damp towel over fire, but only if he does it right. ]
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he only had one shot at this, so he steadies his breathing from getting too erratic, focuses— he's seen worse, focus— ]
Luca, stop! Sᴛⷮoͦрⷬ!
[ the voice is his, but it's different; it's charged with energy. the ability is used to calm combative, aggressive auras like throwing a damp towel over fire, but only if he does it right. ]