[ There are now three of them, caught in this crossroads - and the third is not at all a fan of monstrosities. Not even a little bit curious, as the Darkling has come to know. He has witnessed Ilde's world of fire and blood, the strength of her King and the violent result of his rule - and as the door swings open, Ilde is framed by the light from the hall
and he knows
this is not going to end well at all, he is off-guard and caught up
( because the room WARPS, and he lunges to press his hand to Nate's body - it will be all right, only stay, the gesture begs - his other hand reaching for the maw of his own child-creation, as it works and gnashes and tenses, because it is not without direction, only higher function. it is not as elegant as nate, but it is unreal and has hungry teeth, and ilde burns through the room and turns itself upon her
reactive, as he commands it to be still
because it is his, he created it and controls it, but even he is not immune to the flow of her terror as it changes the shape of his room and it is DESIGNED to menace and devour )
He sets a hand to the angle of the nichevo'ya's flank and bids it to remain, to not lunge at the source of the terror, the rot and decay. ] Ilde. [ He calls to her, disguising the tremble in his voice and the convulsion of his lungs, rejecting the heat and the ash, with the force of her name. ] (Ilde!) Don't go there, (you don't need to go back) -
[ Saints, he hopes Nate holds together decently through this. He is shaped like a nightmare, but he is solid and the Darkling's hand remains on him. Maybe he's simply better equipped to handle this hellish creation? ]
no subject
and he knows
this is not going to end well at all, he is off-guard and caught up
( because the room WARPS, and he lunges to press his hand to Nate's body - it will be all right, only stay, the gesture begs - his other hand reaching for the maw of his own child-creation, as it works and gnashes and tenses, because it is not without direction, only higher function. it is not as elegant as nate, but it is unreal and has hungry teeth, and ilde burns through the room and turns itself upon her
reactive, as he commands it to be still
because it is his, he created it and controls it, but even he is not immune to the flow of her terror as it changes the shape of his room and it is DESIGNED to menace and devour )
He sets a hand to the angle of the nichevo'ya's flank and bids it to remain, to not lunge at the source of the terror, the rot and decay. ] Ilde. [ He calls to her, disguising the tremble in his voice and the convulsion of his lungs, rejecting the heat and the ash, with the force of her name. ] ( Ilde! ) Don't go there, ( you don't need to go back ) -
[ Saints, he hopes Nate holds together decently through this. He is shaped like a nightmare, but he is solid and the Darkling's hand remains on him. Maybe he's simply better equipped to handle this hellish creation? ]