Kizu...? [ Uaa, his omen. That's right, from before in the catacombs. This is the first time he's seen one get this big though -- even if the surprise will have to wait. He only has time to marvel at the thick fur beneath his hands after she's scooped them up for a second before he turns to Shouto.
Honestly, it was like briefly reaching towards a blast furnace. Even if his left arm is fully immune to any such thing -- and right now he is more than grateful he bled himself dry almost literally to afford the blood enchantments to make the new uniform Sansa made him fireproof, the catacombs experience was good for something -- because otherwise he would have lost that entire sleeve. She'd have scolded him something fierce for it, he's sure.
Ask him if he cares though, even when Shouto scrambles away with such obvious panic and Allen looks briefly... not crestfallen, but sympathetic. It's fine. He doesn't mind the fact his eyelashes even feel a bit singed and that side of his face feels overly hot. But his reaction, seeing this kind of massacre...
Sorry. He's really sorry. Even if he doesn't quite even know why yet, and he reaches out towards him as he opens his mouth to speak --
But doubles over then as if in pain instead, clutching the left side of his head. ]
--!Nnn... [ It feels like his head is going to split open, right down through his scar. It's screaming. Because behind them... all of the blood...
It's begun to flow... backwards. Pooling towards the giant, monstrous corpse on the ground as if it's begun to suck it up. As something seems to be pulling itself out from its unseeing eyeball. ]
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Kizu...? [ Uaa, his omen. That's right, from before in the catacombs. This is the first time he's seen one get this big though -- even if the surprise will have to wait. He only has time to marvel at the thick fur beneath his hands after she's scooped them up for a second before he turns to Shouto.
Honestly, it was like briefly reaching towards a blast furnace. Even if his left arm is fully immune to any such thing -- and right now he is more than grateful he bled himself dry almost literally to afford the blood enchantments to make the new uniform Sansa made him fireproof, the catacombs experience was good for something -- because otherwise he would have lost that entire sleeve. She'd have scolded him something fierce for it, he's sure.
Ask him if he cares though, even when Shouto scrambles away with such obvious panic and Allen looks briefly... not crestfallen, but sympathetic. It's fine. He doesn't mind the fact his eyelashes even feel a bit singed and that side of his face feels overly hot. But his reaction, seeing this kind of massacre...
Sorry. He's really sorry. Even if he doesn't quite even know why yet, and he reaches out towards him as he opens his mouth to speak --
But doubles over then as if in pain instead, clutching the left side of his head. ]
--! Nnn... [ It feels like his head is going to split open, right down through his scar. It's screaming. Because behind them... all of the blood...
It's begun to flow... backwards. Pooling towards the giant, monstrous corpse on the ground as if it's begun to suck it up. As something seems to be pulling itself out from its unseeing eyeball. ]