[ Kaeya remains frighteningly still despite the chaos happening all around him.
It's like none of what's going on reaches him — Amos' distress, Gen's angry and desperate words, Misa's attempt to smooth over the storm — almost as if he either didn't hear or didn't care enough to listen. What doesn't stay frozen are the roots inside of him, forever twisting and pulsing as they spread throughout his body, slithering around muscle and nerve until they've figured out how to make his fingers twitch. He's been frozen in place for so long but now they have their strings wound up around him real tight.
Now, he'll be made to dance and do the dryad's bidding all because he didn't want any of them to pay the price.
When his entire body finally moves, it looks as if something's wrong. It wasn't immediately obvious before but his veins protrude and bulge out whenever the roots snaked under his skin. His head is bowed low as he staggers his way toward where the knife has fallen, every step taken with an incredible amount of effort. Every now and then he might completely freeze up, his limbs trembling under the restraint, but he can't, he won't allow this creature to get what it wants. ]
M... Misa— [ Strangled and strained, he tries to get the words out. ] S... tay... a— away...
[ Despite his efforts, his body continues to move against his will. It's not long before he snatches the knife from the ground and slowly turns to face the one who is closest to him. At least, that was the plan until Kaeya attempts to wrestle back control of his limbs once more, his hands now fighting against each other while the blade comes dangerously close to his own throat.
If he can just take himself out of the picture, then— maybe, just maybe they rest of them can make it out of here unharmed. ]
cw: body horror, intent of self-harm
It's like none of what's going on reaches him — Amos' distress, Gen's angry and desperate words, Misa's attempt to smooth over the storm — almost as if he either didn't hear or didn't care enough to listen. What doesn't stay frozen are the roots inside of him, forever twisting and pulsing as they spread throughout his body, slithering around muscle and nerve until they've figured out how to make his fingers twitch. He's been frozen in place for so long but now they have their strings wound up around him real tight.
Now, he'll be made to dance and do the dryad's bidding all because he didn't want any of them to pay the price.
When his entire body finally moves, it looks as if something's wrong. It wasn't immediately obvious before but his veins protrude and bulge out whenever the roots snaked under his skin. His head is bowed low as he staggers his way toward where the knife has fallen, every step taken with an incredible amount of effort. Every now and then he might completely freeze up, his limbs trembling under the restraint, but he can't, he won't allow this creature to get what it wants. ]
M... Misa— [ Strangled and strained, he tries to get the words out. ] S... tay... a— away...
[ Despite his efforts, his body continues to move against his will. It's not long before he snatches the knife from the ground and slowly turns to face the one who is closest to him. At least, that was the plan until Kaeya attempts to wrestle back control of his limbs once more, his hands now fighting against each other while the blade comes dangerously close to his own throat.
If he can just take himself out of the picture, then— maybe, just maybe they rest of them can make it out of here unharmed. ]