[ Amos' lips twitch into a frown as he hears that anxiety in Lucien's voice. He doesn't like being the cause of that. He shouldn't be the cause of that—
Before he can answer him, though, there's a ripping sound; then there's Silco's breath on his neck. Silco's words. Amos' breathing is shallow, but he nods.
That might've been a bad idea. His head dips forward again, his eyes cracking open just a little as he comes to a stop, unfocused gaze on his thighs before him. ]
Do it.
[ That part's for Silco; Amos has no clue how he's going to cauterize his wound and finally stop the bleeding, but as long as it doesn't involve Shimmer, it's okay.
He then finds the strength to turn his head in Lucien's direction, a softness creeping into his gaze as he does, tone lightening up as he addresses him. ]
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Before he can answer him, though, there's a ripping sound; then there's Silco's breath on his neck. Silco's words. Amos' breathing is shallow, but he nods.
That might've been a bad idea. His head dips forward again, his eyes cracking open just a little as he comes to a stop, unfocused gaze on his thighs before him. ]
Do it.
[ That part's for Silco; Amos has no clue how he's going to cauterize his wound and finally stop the bleeding, but as long as it doesn't involve Shimmer, it's okay.
He then finds the strength to turn his head in Lucien's direction, a softness creeping into his gaze as he does, tone lightening up as he addresses him. ]
You can help me after. Promise.