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Eric carefully pulled Aster in and embraced him, cautious of their wings, wrapping all four arms and a tail gently around them. The air around them flickered and stung, but less than before. Softer. Tears started streaming from his eyes, and he swallowed a shudder of raw emotion. He wasn't sure why, but right now he felt...a release, of some kind. "It's okay," he said.
HOLY MOLY HECKING DANG!!!
He took another step. The closer he drew, the more he could feel it- the powerful sense of distortion blazing like a flame all around them. It stung his spines and vents, burned at the edge of his eyes. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff, ever step bringing him closer to oblivion. He took another one. They didn't care if he lived or died; they'd literally said so. And they would probably kill him for this. He reached out one open hand and held it there. "That's okay."
Fausta. He liked that, though he didn't know why. He nodded in acknowledgement, then turned back to face Aster. It was like looking inside of himself, at all the things he never let himself feel. All that anger. All that pain. It made his heart hurt. He wanted to help. As useless as he was, as little as he could offer... "Can you tell me what's wrong? Please." Hands at rest to his sides, he took one slow step forward. Just one. "I want to help."
Above: a beautiful picture of myself and my ferrec ally Sept by the talented keii4ii.