[ Matt's hurting too much to process what's happening very well. He perceives it in flashes: the glint of Paul's knives, the clangor of metal meeting metal, the lash of a spiked tail. By the time the pain in Matt's wrist has dulled from a scream to a bright throb, he realizes things have gotten extremely bad extremely fast. His life starts to narrow before his eyes, a blood-red pinprick closing over him like a lake's vanishing surface. ]
Fuck--
Don't hurt him. [ The latter comes out on a croak. Matt sucks in a breath, the hurt jangling all the way down through his missing fingers.
And then, like every other time he's felt his life to be in danger, his survival urges coalesce, all soothe and stop. Something sings in him, the way it did when he was trying to jolt Childe out of the Innocence's grip. Instead of trying to writhe away from Estinien's tail, Matt flails his good hand out to try and grab it, praying: please stop, stop, stop him. Like he did with Childe, Matt lets the dark energy flow through him. Its facets flicker like a gem: vitality withering to exhaustion, certainty giving way to fear, affection weakening the knees and staying the hands. Matt pours the entropic urges into Estinien. ]
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Fuck--
Don't hurt him. [ The latter comes out on a croak. Matt sucks in a breath, the hurt jangling all the way down through his missing fingers.
And then, like every other time he's felt his life to be in danger, his survival urges coalesce, all soothe and stop. Something sings in him, the way it did when he was trying to jolt Childe out of the Innocence's grip. Instead of trying to writhe away from Estinien's tail, Matt flails his good hand out to try and grab it, praying: please stop, stop, stop him. Like he did with Childe, Matt lets the dark energy flow through him. Its facets flicker like a gem: vitality withering to exhaustion, certainty giving way to fear, affection weakening the knees and staying the hands. Matt pours the entropic urges into Estinien. ]