[ confusion laces through baein's brain for a second as hunter takes his hand and then the world stops. everything freezes in place besides himself and the feeling of hunter's hand on his. the sounds of their breaths is the only noise audible, growing loud enough it echoes against the tiled floor they're sitting on, bouncing between the walls and washing over them like waves.
and it burns. hunter's fingers against his skin has pain lacing up baein's arm like hungry snakes and spreading like branches of agony out over his chest and his back and oh. oh, i've felt this before he thinks vaguely as he chokes on a strangled noise, eyes growing wide before he starts to slowly tip forward, body convulsing through the pain slicing down his shoulderblades.
he can't hear himself scream, white noise rushing through his ears as something wet and tangled and sharp claws its way through his skin and bursts open his back in a mangled mess of blood, circuits, feathers and bone. they look broken, feathers tattered and stripped of down, now adorning sharp and jagged pieces of skeleton sticking out the wings hanging limply down his back. they tremble as they— he tries to move, and baein whimpers as it only serves pain to bloom across his back and out into limbs he didn't even know he had. ]
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Date: 2023-01-24 12:49 am (UTC)[ confusion laces through baein's brain for a second as hunter takes his hand and then the world stops. everything freezes in place besides himself and the feeling of hunter's hand on his. the sounds of their breaths is the only noise audible, growing loud enough it echoes against the tiled floor they're sitting on, bouncing between the walls and washing over them like waves.
and it burns. hunter's fingers against his skin has pain lacing up baein's arm like hungry snakes and spreading like branches of agony out over his chest and his back and oh. oh, i've felt this before he thinks vaguely as he chokes on a strangled noise, eyes growing wide before he starts to slowly tip forward, body convulsing through the pain slicing down his shoulderblades.
he can't hear himself scream, white noise rushing through his ears as something wet and tangled and sharp claws its way through his skin and bursts open his back in a mangled mess of blood, circuits, feathers and bone. they look broken, feathers tattered and stripped of down, now adorning sharp and jagged pieces of skeleton sticking out the wings hanging limply down his back. they tremble as they— he tries to move, and baein whimpers as it only serves pain to bloom across his back and out into limbs he didn't even know he had. ]