[It occurs to him, beneath the roiling pressure of the awakened Noah in his awareness, that there is a reason Joyd chose this one. Toothed darkness rises up, threatening the delicate ankle of a leg — and it will soon become a matter of how quickly, how effectively his can manage his abilities while under the influence of the Noah if he wishes to escape it. If it will work, even, against the otherworldly abilities of an unknown entity. If it might be no more than a test of fate whose worst outcome drives a maw of daggers into the vulnerable flesh of a body that is his only vessel.
Tyki is not immortal, however his agelessness might suggest so. He can be killed. Yet the fear that pricks his mind now like a thumbtack in velvet is less for the noose this young man has conjured from the ground than it is for Joyd's unsleeping presence, a shadow on his back. And this, even less the idea that he might kill someone than that he might expose himself too soon in a place with no exit. He's here, alone, after all. No Earl, no Road, no brethren at all.
Releasing a slow breath, gold eyes close as he confronts that dark presence pulsing alive inside of him, withholding its bloodlust with all effort of self-control.]
If it means we're walking away, then fine. I don't care how we do it. [Long lashes flicker, reopened eyes slanting onto the other man.] Make haste, hm?
[The spiny tendrils that coil up under a sweatshirt relax, fluttering like featherless wings and lying flat to warmly discovered skin.]
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Tyki is not immortal, however his agelessness might suggest so. He can be killed. Yet the fear that pricks his mind now like a thumbtack in velvet is less for the noose this young man has conjured from the ground than it is for Joyd's unsleeping presence, a shadow on his back. And this, even less the idea that he might kill someone than that he might expose himself too soon in a place with no exit. He's here, alone, after all. No Earl, no Road, no brethren at all.
Releasing a slow breath, gold eyes close as he confronts that dark presence pulsing alive inside of him, withholding its bloodlust with all effort of self-control.]
If it means we're walking away, then fine. I don't care how we do it. [Long lashes flicker, reopened eyes slanting onto the other man.] Make haste, hm?
[The spiny tendrils that coil up under a sweatshirt relax, fluttering like featherless wings and lying flat to warmly discovered skin.]