[ He kicks and struggles as he's hefted up, of course -- strains and writhes against Dimitri's grasp until he's hacking for air in truncated gasps, his lungs feeling like they're about to burst. But frankly, he's starting to give up. As stubborn and vindictive as he is, Gen knows when he's been beat.
By the time Dimitri hurls him at the statue, he's silent save the short, plaintive wheezes of his breaths. And the moment his body makes contact with those hands held forth in demand --
( It's a split second, but it feels like it lasts an eternity. The pain of his body being wrenched apart from his soul. The invasive touch of something assessing him, as if tasting him. The terrifying, possessive grasp of the Harbinger latching around his body and fully tearing it away from him. )
Dimitri is right. There's no need for a follow-up. For the span of a heartbeat, he might have felt like Gen had met his eyes, terrified and pained, when he hit the effigy.
Then it doesn't matter, because Gen's body explodes into a shower of gore, painting an enormous lurid halo around the effigy. There's the quiet plink of a shard dropping out of the air to bounce once, twice across the uneven ground before it comes to rest in a puddle of still-lukewarm, viscous blood. Then, as Dimitri breathes in that overwhelming stench of copper permeating the room, there's the quiet click and creak of a door behind the effigy swinging open in invitation. His reward for a job well done. ]
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By the time Dimitri hurls him at the statue, he's silent save the short, plaintive wheezes of his breaths. And the moment his body makes contact with those hands held forth in demand --
( It's a split second, but it feels like it lasts an eternity. The pain of his body being wrenched apart from his soul. The invasive touch of something assessing him, as if tasting him. The terrifying, possessive grasp of the Harbinger latching around his body and fully tearing it away from him. )
Dimitri is right. There's no need for a follow-up. For the span of a heartbeat, he might have felt like Gen had met his eyes, terrified and pained, when he hit the effigy.
Then it doesn't matter, because Gen's body explodes into a shower of gore, painting an enormous lurid halo around the effigy. There's the quiet plink of a shard dropping out of the air to bounce once, twice across the uneven ground before it comes to rest in a puddle of still-lukewarm, viscous blood. Then, as Dimitri breathes in that overwhelming stench of copper permeating the room, there's the quiet click and creak of a door behind the effigy swinging open in invitation. His reward for a job well done. ]