[ he'll acknowledge Jack shit if he has any say in this.
he does stir as he senses her straddle him. hello. here he is sans a hand, half of his wings out of commission, the skyward harp fell somewhere though he supposes he could rematerialize it, but then again he was kind of shit with it, he isn't naturally a bow user. what is he, exactly? that could be a mystery still even as she demands he wake and he does almost as if on command, the blue of his eyes like the eternal sky and sea here.
here he is at her mercy and she is still making demands of him. a slow smile comes to his face, then a wheezing laugh, pained. his face is a mess, his body is entirely bruised and much of it must be broken more than wings and yet still he laughs. ]
The superiority and gall of gods really is never ending.
I'd rather die than let you kill me.
[ ........ this probably means to sound much more defiant than nonsensical but his head is ringing from that punch, maybe he can't reason that well.
but what he can do is still he's not going to make this easy for her. his laugh echoes even as his shaking has the blade cut just a sliver into his throat--and then his neck starts to unravel from the point of the injury.
she knows he can turn into wind right??
his mocking laughter is the last to fade as he disappears into an anemo gust. on one hand, he's not going to flee like some coward. on the other hand, he can strike now from any moment--he'll have to make this last attack count. ]
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he does stir as he senses her straddle him. hello. here he is sans a hand, half of his wings out of commission, the skyward harp fell somewhere though he supposes he could rematerialize it, but then again he was kind of shit with it, he isn't naturally a bow user. what is he, exactly? that could be a mystery still even as she demands he wake and he does almost as if on command, the blue of his eyes like the eternal sky and sea here.
here he is at her mercy and she is still making demands of him. a slow smile comes to his face, then a wheezing laugh, pained. his face is a mess, his body is entirely bruised and much of it must be broken more than wings and yet still he laughs. ]
The superiority and gall of gods really is never ending.
I'd rather die than let you kill me.
[ ........ this probably means to sound much more defiant than nonsensical but his head is ringing from that punch, maybe he can't reason that well.
but what he can do is still he's not going to make this easy for her. his laugh echoes even as his shaking has the blade cut just a sliver into his throat--and then his neck starts to unravel from the point of the injury.
she knows he can turn into wind right??
his mocking laughter is the last to fade as he disappears into an anemo gust. on one hand, he's not going to flee like some coward. on the other hand, he can strike now from any moment--he'll have to make this last attack count. ]