[ Ciel is sensed long before she blows into the shrine much like a high-powered gale, and Abel cannot help the horrible sink of his heart where it bottoms right out into his stomach.
this situation is going from bad to worse, isn't it...? this woman is an unpredictable force of nature and one he cannot take lightly in his current predicament. the concern for the man so close to collapse who pushed himself beyond his limit while burning on sheer rage; the concern for the man whose life is slowly slipping away in his arms-- it burns bright and hot, piercing, reminding Abel the stakes are so incessantly high. he can't afford to make a wrong step, an ill-founded decision based on personal sentiments. it isn't his well-being on the line, this time.
so the gaze he cautiously casts beyond the safety of cover is a wary one-- only to be greeted with the sight of Ciel turning against her own. the blow is efficient, though not brutal; it gets right to the point of it. all at once... Gen is collapsing, folding like a puppet with its strings cut, his strained body slumping into the Kenoma's awaiting arms. and just like that, Abel understands where his unpredictable force of nature stands on the matter of things.
blue eyes meet blue in a silent exchange. were there any time to feel gratitude - perhaps that is what she'd find in his eyes, but there isn't. all there's room for, time for, is the heavy sit of worry, anxiety for the man whose shallow breathing is the only thing Abel can hear anymore. the jewelry dangling where it's wrapped around his wrist cannot fulfill its intended purpose soon enough, Ciel...
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this situation is going from bad to worse, isn't it...? this woman is an unpredictable force of nature and one he cannot take lightly in his current predicament. the concern for the man so close to collapse who pushed himself beyond his limit while burning on sheer rage; the concern for the man whose life is slowly slipping away in his arms-- it burns bright and hot, piercing, reminding Abel the stakes are so incessantly high. he can't afford to make a wrong step, an ill-founded decision based on personal sentiments. it isn't his well-being on the line, this time.
so the gaze he cautiously casts beyond the safety of cover is a wary one-- only to be greeted with the sight of Ciel turning against her own. the blow is efficient, though not brutal; it gets right to the point of it. all at once... Gen is collapsing, folding like a puppet with its strings cut, his strained body slumping into the Kenoma's awaiting arms. and just like that, Abel understands where his unpredictable force of nature stands on the matter of things.
blue eyes meet blue in a silent exchange. were there any time to feel gratitude - perhaps that is what she'd find in his eyes, but there isn't. all there's room for, time for, is the heavy sit of worry, anxiety for the man whose shallow breathing is the only thing Abel can hear anymore. the jewelry dangling where it's wrapped around his wrist cannot fulfill its intended purpose soon enough, Ciel...
Dokja is barely hanging on. ]