[ the jaw nimble talons angrily batter with the beast beneath him, attempting to find limbs and crush them beneath a hold but he can’t— she waves them too frantically, and to compensate his own limbs extend against her’s as far as he could go, as much as he could swat at her blade-like claws. it wasn’t working, her limbs were too long, and in this land-preferred version of this boy’s vessel, too short to keep her at bay.
the more she lacerates his abdomen, his chest, anywhere that was soft and lacking in boney armor. the more deep green stains his feathers and falls onto her in thick, steaming splatters. the sweet scent of an entire garden blooming is overwhelming, and hot, suffocatingly so like sitting in a sauna.
for falco, he feels no pain from the damage that the titan takes, but it does limit how much the body can function. he had to get away from the blunt force of her claws, he had to get closer.keep still—! he thinks, shouting in his own head as he sank his saw-edged beak between the space of her neck and shoulder, careful as to not get anything too important, as well as careful not to bite too deep. he doesn’t want to mail her, he wants to stop her before she harms anyone else. once his jaws lock into place, only blasting them off would undo the vice he’s created. he limits the space between them, even if the gore ugly— it’s already steaming to heal, and the temperature as he regenerated was enough to burn a human stuck against it for too long.
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the more she lacerates his abdomen, his chest, anywhere that was soft and lacking in boney armor. the more deep green stains his feathers and falls onto her in thick, steaming splatters. the sweet scent of an entire garden blooming is overwhelming, and hot, suffocatingly so like sitting in a sauna.
for falco, he feels no pain from the damage that the titan takes, but it does limit how much the body can function. he had to get away from the blunt force of her claws, he had to get closer. keep still—! he thinks, shouting in his own head as he sank his saw-edged beak between the space of her neck and shoulder, careful as to not get anything too important, as well as careful not to bite too deep. he doesn’t want to mail her, he wants to stop her before she harms anyone else. once his jaws lock into place, only blasting them off would undo the vice he’s created. he limits the space between them, even if the gore ugly— it’s already steaming to heal, and the temperature as he regenerated was enough to burn a human stuck against it for too long.
keep still, please—! ]