[In his alley, Hythlo feels like he can't breathe: the strange pulsations feel like they beat in time with his heart, only on a much grander scale, throwing his internal rhythms into disarray. It's like his nerves short-circuit, no signals arriving properly anymore, and he just about has the time to wonder if he's waking up, going back to the burning Amaurot to claim his last seconds of consciousness before death.
And then, as suddenly as it came, the pressure disappears, leaving only a persistent ringing in Hythlo's ears. He falls to his knees, gasping for air, trying to blink the tears out of his eyes. He can't think of swearwords strong enough to express his reaction to all this, and he feels like he's about to throw up.
It's only his luck there wasn't anyone around for this, he thinks, standing up and wiping his mouth on a sleeve. Normally, he would worry about having made a mess on public property, but right now he could not give less of a shite. He needs a nap, or like ten.
He turns to unsteadily walk deeper into the alley, hoping to make a shortcut to the Center, one hand to the wall to support himself... and then stops, and blinks.
Again.
And again.
Then raises a hand to his face to take off his mask in disbelief, unsure if his eyes aren't playing tricks on him... but no, even with the mask off it's the same.
He turns his hand over in wonder, then raises his head to follow the faint silvery lines dancing in the air around him. It's weaker, so much weaker than what he's used to, but it's there and he has no idea how or why but it's there--
Laughter bubbles up within him, first quiet, then growing louder, until he runs out of breath and dissolves into half-hysterical giggling. This is becoming a running theme.
And luckily for Sagi, the Espurr stops screaming as suddenly as it started, turns away from the wall and directs its blank stare at Sagi again, somehow a lot more intense than before. It seems to be waiting for something... for all of five seconds before it leans back a bit and slams its head against Sagi's ankle, and looks up at him again, even more insistently despite its expression not changing. Possibly that was to get his attention? Who could tell.]
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Date: 2020-10-09 06:33 am (UTC)And then, as suddenly as it came, the pressure disappears, leaving only a persistent ringing in Hythlo's ears. He falls to his knees, gasping for air, trying to blink the tears out of his eyes. He can't think of swearwords strong enough to express his reaction to all this, and he feels like he's about to throw up.
It's only his luck there wasn't anyone around for this, he thinks, standing up and wiping his mouth on a sleeve. Normally, he would worry about having made a mess on public property, but right now he could not give less of a shite. He needs a nap, or like ten.
He turns to unsteadily walk deeper into the alley, hoping to make a shortcut to the Center, one hand to the wall to support himself... and then stops, and blinks.
Again.
And again.
Then raises a hand to his face to take off his mask in disbelief, unsure if his eyes aren't playing tricks on him... but no, even with the mask off it's the same.
He turns his hand over in wonder, then raises his head to follow the faint silvery lines dancing in the air around him. It's weaker, so much weaker than what he's used to, but it's there and he has no idea how or why but it's there--
Laughter bubbles up within him, first quiet, then growing louder, until he runs out of breath and dissolves into half-hysterical giggling. This is becoming a running theme.
And luckily for Sagi, the Espurr stops screaming as suddenly as it started, turns away from the wall and directs its blank stare at Sagi again, somehow a lot more intense than before. It seems to be waiting for something... for all of five seconds before it leans back a bit and slams its head against Sagi's ankle, and looks up at him again, even more insistently despite its expression not changing. Possibly that was to get his attention? Who could tell.]