[Markus wastes no time when the opportunity presents itself. It’s easy to fly into action when he experiences tension not unlike a coiled spring when the men draw near. He keeps his eyes from tracking Daisy, as to not give away their hidden intent.
And when Daisy makes her move, making the man scream with what must be the telltale burn of the cure, Markus is quick to reach forward and clasp his hand around the second man’s wrist. Where his skin makes contact is like flames pressed against his palm, but doubly so for the other. He’s experienced this first hand from the other side, a burning pain followed by a sharp sorrow — Markus knows what to expect, but it doesn’t wipe the frown from his face to see it happen again, no matter their good intentions.
Still, he holds on tight, fights against the shared symptoms, just as stubborn about it as Daisy. The men are crying out now, opening themselves up to the cure by means of fearful confusion, and there’s no way that they can avoid drawing a crowd. Blue pulses beneath Markus’ clothes, and he tries to turn his head and body away from mass of attention being pulled in their direction.
Just a little longer—
Hey! What the hell’s going on over there? comes a shout, and Markus casts a quickened look at Daisy possessing two meanings: to see how she’s doing, and to confirm that they both need to make a quick dash for the exit when they’re done.]
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And when Daisy makes her move, making the man scream with what must be the telltale burn of the cure, Markus is quick to reach forward and clasp his hand around the second man’s wrist. Where his skin makes contact is like flames pressed against his palm, but doubly so for the other. He’s experienced this first hand from the other side, a burning pain followed by a sharp sorrow — Markus knows what to expect, but it doesn’t wipe the frown from his face to see it happen again, no matter their good intentions.
Still, he holds on tight, fights against the shared symptoms, just as stubborn about it as Daisy. The men are crying out now, opening themselves up to the cure by means of fearful confusion, and there’s no way that they can avoid drawing a crowd. Blue pulses beneath Markus’ clothes, and he tries to turn his head and body away from mass of attention being pulled in their direction.
Just a little longer—
Hey! What the hell’s going on over there? comes a shout, and Markus casts a quickened look at Daisy possessing two meanings: to see how she’s doing, and to confirm that they both need to make a quick dash for the exit when they’re done.]