[ Honestly, he would love to sink his teeth into that admission, but with Amos driving his foot between Set's legs — well, thought goes out the window. Were he not diminished to human quality, he would rid himself of the issue by converting to sand; even his bare skin was better than armor, but only when divinity coursed through him, and Meridian alongside it. It sucks, to suddenly, violently, know what it actually feels like to be kicked there. To know that it is winding, but ultimately — not the worst pain he's been in.
Still, it SUCKS!!
It does drive him off of Amos, puts him against the ground gasping and breathless. A keening sound rasps between his gritted teeth as he holds himself low on his stomach where the pain actually builds, nausea rolling up through him in a wave. Briefly, his mind scatters throughout their violent, locked in Communion like wind dashing a handful of sand, of ash, through the sky. And then it sharpens, hones in. He needs to cope, to push the pain aside. Forcefully, he does. He does not bottle it up, but instead draws it up into his chest, spreads it through his collarbones and into his throat —
he hopes Amos is coming at him again, because he's readying for it. Silent, thrumming with pain ( curiosity ), and loathing ( curiosity ). ]
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Still, it SUCKS!!
It does drive him off of Amos, puts him against the ground gasping and breathless. A keening sound rasps between his gritted teeth as he holds himself low on his stomach where the pain actually builds, nausea rolling up through him in a wave. Briefly, his mind scatters throughout their violent, locked in Communion like wind dashing a handful of sand, of ash, through the sky. And then it sharpens, hones in. He needs to cope, to push the pain aside. Forcefully, he does. He does not bottle it up, but instead draws it up into his chest, spreads it through his collarbones and into his throat —
he hopes Amos is coming at him again, because he's readying for it. Silent, thrumming with pain ( curiosity ), and loathing ( curiosity ). ]