[ No such luck. The creature ends up on top, snarling and spitting with its opened maw slamming against the metal forearm, rows of teeth grinding viciously against the plates and its tails swinging like whips, smashing into the side of the fountain.
Blue spills between them, from beneath the fabric of his shirt-- and for a second its like time stops completely, the creature transfixed and its mind almost equally still and frozen--
--pain is the first thing he'll get slammed with. Bright and nauseating, the kind that burns so hot that it fills your thoughts so entirely that there's room for nothing else, and it's hard to say whether the screaming howl is ricocheting between the bond or tearing through the air between them.
What's beneath the searing, hot bursts is nothing like what they've shared in the days past. On the surface the mind he connects with is alien, reeling in confusion and fear and hunger and pain.
No hopeful spark.
No brush of fingertips, no sense of someone or something familiar reaching back, fighting for purchase.
The eyes on him glow bright gold, no blue to be found in them except for what reflects from his chest.
What feels certain is that this pain is accelerating, and that'll kill them both if those teeth don't tear through his arm first. ]
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Blue spills between them, from beneath the fabric of his shirt-- and for a second its like time stops completely, the creature transfixed and its mind almost equally still and frozen--
--pain is the first thing he'll get slammed with. Bright and nauseating, the kind that burns so hot that it fills your thoughts so entirely that there's room for nothing else, and it's hard to say whether the screaming howl is ricocheting between the bond or tearing through the air between them.
What's beneath the searing, hot bursts is nothing like what they've shared in the days past. On the surface the mind he connects with is alien, reeling in confusion and fear and hunger and pain.
No hopeful spark.
No brush of fingertips, no sense of someone or something familiar reaching back, fighting for purchase.
The eyes on him glow bright gold, no blue to be found in them except for what reflects from his chest.
What feels certain is that this pain is accelerating, and that'll kill them both if those teeth don't tear through his arm first. ]