[ He hears the liquid pouring out somewhere behind him, and for another second he's angry. Just for a beat, like an hard hit to a drum. It's a side of himself he's even more unhappy to recognize. ]
(Nothing's wrong. No, no, it's better this way, it's better on the ground than in your head-)
[ He's mostly talking to himself, putting up a strong mindful effort to keep calm and grounded. The smell is still permeating through his thoughts, and it carries a powerful temptation with it.
Gildor fumbles to find his staff again, knocking it over before he can stand. Foreign curses run through his mind, barely crossing his lips. Instead he inhales sharply and speaks aloud, not trusting his brain to form another sentence through the symbiote. ]
no subject
(Nothing's wrong. No, no, it's better this way, it's better on the ground than in your head-)
[ He's mostly talking to himself, putting up a strong mindful effort to keep calm and grounded. The smell is still permeating through his thoughts, and it carries a powerful temptation with it.
Gildor fumbles to find his staff again, knocking it over before he can stand. Foreign curses run through his mind, barely crossing his lips. Instead he inhales sharply and speaks aloud, not trusting his brain to form another sentence through the symbiote. ]
I need to leave here.