[ Silco had been bracing himself for the indignity of being carried, or drug, or something of that nature, so Silco is shocked still when Sebastian tries to take him, and is then, unceremoniously swept into the droplet. Somehow, it misses him, and though the demon is immortal, Silco does stare for a long moment, wide-eyed as he's swept in the water, and tossed through what could only be called a whirlpool, as he started to slide down the hill.
Silco, after that, takes escaping a log more seriously, and he does start to run now β actually run β but it does him little good. Those heavy droplets are starting to fall harder and harder, and anytime one gathers on a leaf high above, before it slowly tumbled down to earth, creating a minefield before him, and it wasn't too many steps, before Silco's swept up himself in one.
It crashed overhead with an audible plop!, and the rush of spreading water gathered him into a chill embrace faster than he even had time to yell about it.
It's cold, and not simply because it's Highstorm, which is often cold. It's cold, and Silco barely was able to take a breath before it took him under, and he struggled in the water, fighting β trying to get to the surface, but the water is so tumultuous, and he is so small, that he only managed to dig himself in deeper.
His fingers aren't searching for a way out, bu they clasp at his neck, an automatic reaction β almost like he's dreamed of this day over and over, and over again β and his feet kick wildly.
He inhaled cold water and his nose stings, one eye fights to stay closed, while one β burning and angry red β swings wildly in a panic.
But it's cold, and he almost, very nearly wants to let go.
Now? When there's so little left? His fingers fight at his neck, but for the briefest of moments, he wonders what it would be to just stop fighting. ]
cw: drowning and Normal Silco Things
Silco, after that, takes escaping a log more seriously, and he does start to run now β actually run β but it does him little good. Those heavy droplets are starting to fall harder and harder, and anytime one gathers on a leaf high above, before it slowly tumbled down to earth, creating a minefield before him, and it wasn't too many steps, before Silco's swept up himself in one.
It crashed overhead with an audible plop!, and the rush of spreading water gathered him into a chill embrace faster than he even had time to yell about it.
It's cold, and not simply because it's Highstorm, which is often cold. It's cold, and Silco barely was able to take a breath before it took him under, and he struggled in the water, fighting β trying to get to the surface, but the water is so tumultuous, and he is so small, that he only managed to dig himself in deeper.
His fingers aren't searching for a way out, bu they clasp at his neck, an automatic reaction β almost like he's dreamed of this day over and over, and over again β and his feet kick wildly.
He inhaled cold water and his nose stings, one eye fights to stay closed, while one β burning and angry red β swings wildly in a panic.
But it's cold, and he almost, very nearly wants to let go.
Now? When there's so little left? His fingers fight at his neck, but for the briefest of moments, he wonders what it would be to just stop fighting. ]