[ The coil around his throat isn't real, but if he allows himself to go along with it, he can practically feel it. Cold and tight, and it makes him cough and exhale with a shudder. Though where more minds open to him, one closes. He can feel Bellamy struggling, but he stops to glance in the direction of his bright gaze. The Darkling is preoccupying himself with brood, gripping him still but growing distracted, and Nirad, whom he always welcomes inside, lazes beside him. But the one he was primarily interested in, he feels fade to an unwilling sleep. Shiro's rage is snuffed out as quickly as it was ignited.
How disappointing. He was hoping to feel Bellamy ripped to shreds, and looking forward to the same for himself. So anticlimactic - Shiro would need to develop better stamina. ]
Tch.
[ He hisses quietly where he lies, exhales again, and rolls over to press himself against Nirad. The grip the Darkling has over him is sharply severed as he shuts his mind down similarly, pulling away as he gives himself up to sleep. The yellow eyes close, and only then does the pain and the nightmare
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How disappointing. He was hoping to feel Bellamy ripped to shreds, and looking forward to the same for himself. So anticlimactic - Shiro would need to develop better stamina. ]
Tch.
[ He hisses quietly where he lies, exhales again, and rolls over to press himself against Nirad. The grip the Darkling has over him is sharply severed as he shuts his mind down similarly, pulling away as he gives himself up to sleep. The yellow eyes close, and only then does the pain and the nightmare
cease. ]