The first thing Amos sees when he arrives at the shrine are six angelic wings, in all of their massive white and feathery glory, and it instantly transports him back to when that had happened to him. For a second he's stuck, frozen in— not terror but—
And then he realizes their owner is holding someone — someone new, someone not attuned, someone completely vulnerable to not just being taken away, corrupted by the Pleroma but by Innocence itself, a nightmare of a dual threat, and Amos finds himself rushing forward. ]
Let go of her!
[ It's a bark of a cry, part order and part desperation. As he rushes forward Estinien and Aerith both should feel themselves grow heavier, the force of gravity magnified on their bodies as Amos aims to stop them from going anywhere, weigh down Estinien's wings, hopefully force him to let Aerith go so he can't touch her anymore— ]
Something's got him all fucked up — you need to get away from him, now!
[ His words are for Aerith now; he hardly recognizes Estinien, something familiar and dangerous there, but this is so much more pressing. Amos may not have the full picture of what's happened with Estinien. He only knows what he knows, and the urgency in his voice is real. He isn't just saying shit for the sake of it; the sight of Estinien as he currently is is a horrific one, and one that brings up memories of something he never wants to experience again.
He'll do his best to lighten gravity's pull on Aerith specifically, but he isn't refined enough yet to have that meaningful an impact. Still, the most important thing — don't let him take off with her. ]
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The first thing Amos sees when he arrives at the shrine are six angelic wings, in all of their massive white and feathery glory, and it instantly transports him back to when that had happened to him. For a second he's stuck, frozen in— not terror but—
And then he realizes their owner is holding someone — someone new, someone not attuned, someone completely vulnerable to not just being taken away, corrupted by the Pleroma but by Innocence itself, a nightmare of a dual threat, and Amos finds himself rushing forward. ]
Let go of her!
[ It's a bark of a cry, part order and part desperation. As he rushes forward Estinien and Aerith both should feel themselves grow heavier, the force of gravity magnified on their bodies as Amos aims to stop them from going anywhere, weigh down Estinien's wings, hopefully force him to let Aerith go so he can't touch her anymore— ]
Something's got him all fucked up — you need to get away from him, now!
[ His words are for Aerith now; he hardly recognizes Estinien, something familiar and dangerous there, but this is so much more pressing. Amos may not have the full picture of what's happened with Estinien. He only knows what he knows, and the urgency in his voice is real. He isn't just saying shit for the sake of it; the sight of Estinien as he currently is is a horrific one, and one that brings up memories of something he never wants to experience again.
He'll do his best to lighten gravity's pull on Aerith specifically, but he isn't refined enough yet to have that meaningful an impact. Still, the most important thing — don't let him take off with her. ]