[ His elbow pointed to his throat, Silco could only stare at it -- like a sword that hung over his head, waiting to fall. His breathing picked up, sharp, repetitive exhales as he stared down that sharp point of skin.
Eyes wider than perhaps necessary with the threat, mismatched gaze looked from his elbow, to his eyes, his lips peeled back, into a grotesque snarl. He let go of Talis, and twisted, his hand searching for that same sharp piece of crystalline rock -- his fingers closed on it, and opened further wounds. He didn't even notice it, blood slicking the way on the sharp gem, adrenaline had kicked up too high for him to even notice the pain.
He didn't even say anything, a distant memory of large, too-meaty hands on his neck an ever-present specter, a reminder of an open wound that had never healed over. He lashed out, with a guttural grunt, for his side this time, aiming for something fleshy and vital. ]
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Eyes wider than perhaps necessary with the threat, mismatched gaze looked from his elbow, to his eyes, his lips peeled back, into a grotesque snarl. He let go of Talis, and twisted, his hand searching for that same sharp piece of crystalline rock -- his fingers closed on it, and opened further wounds. He didn't even notice it, blood slicking the way on the sharp gem, adrenaline had kicked up too high for him to even notice the pain.
He didn't even say anything, a distant memory of large, too-meaty hands on his neck an ever-present specter, a reminder of an open wound that had never healed over. He lashed out, with a guttural grunt, for his side this time, aiming for something fleshy and vital. ]