[Nogitsune growls in frustration as he can eel his hold over Stiles' body slipping. He snarls almost rabidly at the prey's demands to be let go as if trying to communicate he doesn't care for his demands even as the control over the boy's voice and mouth slips.
His movements jerk and stutter and one hand goes to his head and he tries to repeat that he's not done. Tries to will the strength of Stile's blood magic away. And then there's the quick dashing form of Dorothea around his feet and she stops alert and watching a ways away. She gives Stiles, one of the Sleepers she has chosen to patron the strength to return to himself and he gasps like he just popped up from under water. He stumbles, looking around like he has no idea where he is.
Then he spots Shōyō in that trap, a snare he remembers learning to build in boy scouts, only… much bigger and more complex somehow.]
so sorry this is so late, holidays ate me alive
His movements jerk and stutter and one hand goes to his head and he tries to repeat that he's not done. Tries to will the strength of Stile's blood magic away. And then there's the quick dashing form of Dorothea around his feet and she stops alert and watching a ways away. She gives Stiles, one of the Sleepers she has chosen to patron the strength to return to himself and he gasps like he just popped up from under water. He stumbles, looking around like he has no idea where he is.
Then he spots Shōyō in that trap, a snare he remembers learning to build in boy scouts, only… much bigger and more complex somehow.]
Okay… what the hell is going on?