[ their plummet into the water (water--? he had been so sure they'd hit the docks; Himeka... she truly is amazing) is one he barely feels for the way his nerves are already taxed from their efforts in regeneration far slower than they should be. maybe he is mildly concussed after taking the downward blast to the head; even so--
though he isn't aware... the feeling of Himeka's arms winding around him beneath the temperate water (not boiling; again, she'd manage to save them a most unpleasant fate) is accompanied by the more virulent tingle of genuine, faster recovery. the blood she oozes clouding the murky water is unwittingly providing a boon from one Aion to the next... and by the time his head is bobbing above the surface -- Abel's wits have recovered enough he can actively aid in his own salvation.
he takes in a breath of air, coughing, spluttering momentarily and prepares to tell her to swim, to flee if she needs to--
--and instead, the only thing that leaves him is a choked, strangled sound as a burning, familiar pain shoots up from his right hand across his body, rippling like a wave permeating muscle, sinew and bone alike. the unnatural glow from the Innocent's sigil has spread -- a faint but unmistakable light as his ears fill with the sound of cacophonous screaming.
--Estinien.
smoldering red eyes falter, flicker, and fade back into blue as the disorienting and nauseating assault steals his newly regained sense from him as well as vitality. Estinien. --Estinien. a panicked flood, urgent and heavy, becomes his sole focus.
something has gone horribly, terribly awry with their friend... and the vow they had made to protect him is being tested.
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though he isn't aware... the feeling of Himeka's arms winding around him beneath the temperate water (not boiling; again, she'd manage to save them a most unpleasant fate) is accompanied by the more virulent tingle of genuine, faster recovery. the blood she oozes clouding the murky water is unwittingly providing a boon from one Aion to the next... and by the time his head is bobbing above the surface -- Abel's wits have recovered enough he can actively aid in his own salvation.
he takes in a breath of air, coughing, spluttering momentarily and prepares to tell her to swim, to flee if she needs to--
--and instead, the only thing that leaves him is a choked, strangled sound as a burning, familiar pain shoots up from his right hand across his body, rippling like a wave permeating muscle, sinew and bone alike. the unnatural glow from the Innocent's sigil has spread -- a faint but unmistakable light as his ears fill with the sound of cacophonous screaming.
--Estinien.
smoldering red eyes falter, flicker, and fade back into blue as the disorienting and nauseating assault steals his newly regained sense from him as well as vitality. Estinien. --Estinien. a panicked flood, urgent and heavy, becomes his sole focus.
something has gone horribly, terribly awry with their friend... and the vow they had made to protect him is being tested.
they are being found unworthy. ]