He floats forward again, wincing as the firelight flickers across him, distorting his form. Fighting the fires in their reality has given him a newfound anxiousness when it comes to flames, but he reminds himself that this is not real... This light cannot destroy him if he doesn't let it.
He glances behind as the shackled man speaks, mulling over his words. Kronid had mentioned before that this was just his fog-given dream powers, just an odd mix of memories, out of order, figurative. Vicious believed him, then, but now... He's not so sure.
The anguish in the vampire's expression is foreign and heart-wrenching to behold. It twists his heart in a way he cannot comprehend at the moment, but it's a feeling he knows he doesn't want to have again. ]
Get through... How..?
[That last utterance takes longer to process than he'd like. The realization pierces him like an arrow to the chest and he's struck silent for a moment, eyes wide, shimmering with suddenly brimming tears.
He means something--
No. The emotions will have to wait. He-- can't focus on that right now. He's being given a purpose.
He turns his attention back to the other, squaring his shoulders, dutiful and resolute.]
Please, I want to help. Tell me what I can do.
[It's a call to action, and he would be a fool not to answer.]
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Date: 2023-03-23 04:48 am (UTC)He floats forward again, wincing as the firelight flickers across him, distorting his form. Fighting the fires in their reality has given him a newfound anxiousness when it comes to flames, but he reminds himself that this is not real... This light cannot destroy him if he doesn't let it.
He glances behind as the shackled man speaks, mulling over his words. Kronid had mentioned before that this was just his fog-given dream powers, just an odd mix of memories, out of order, figurative. Vicious believed him, then, but now... He's not so sure.
The anguish in the vampire's expression is foreign and heart-wrenching to behold. It twists his heart in a way he cannot comprehend at the moment, but it's a feeling he knows he doesn't want to have again. ]
Get through... How..?
[That last utterance takes longer to process than he'd like. The realization pierces him like an arrow to the chest and he's struck silent for a moment, eyes wide, shimmering with suddenly brimming tears.
He means something--
No. The emotions will have to wait. He-- can't focus on that right now. He's being given a purpose.
He turns his attention back to the other, squaring his shoulders, dutiful and resolute.]
Please, I want to help. Tell me what I can do.
[It's a call to action, and he would be a fool not to answer.]