[ falco's cold sweating; he feels hot and clammy and nervous like an entire fireball was burning in his gut and sucked all the warmth out of the rest of him. his eyes dart, to the side, downward, then back to ange. he needs to get rid of it. he needs to get rid of all of it.
the boy nods, slowly and with thin, pale lips losing their greenish tint from the running vileblood in him, too busy pumping everything to his heart. ]
Please, don't . . . Don't look at it. The writing.
[ he's terribly aware, as much as he was terribly frightened. ]
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the boy nods, slowly and with thin, pale lips losing their greenish tint from the running vileblood in him, too busy pumping everything to his heart. ]
Please, don't . . . Don't look at it. The writing.
[ he's terribly aware, as much as he was terribly frightened. ]