hymnals: i'm the enemy (i'm what's left i'm what's right)
αɗяαѕтєιυѕ, тнє нιgн ρяιєѕт ([personal profile] hymnals) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm 2016-05-26 09:15 pm (UTC)

[ He growls irritably as he keeps trying to extricate himself from the binding spit--why is there so much, why this, he wants to go home--and shakes his head. ]

I'm not enamored of sticking to any royal--

[ Mmmf. He doesn't finish his gripe because suddenly there's a finger in his mouth. Indignation shoots through him, and he's about to yank violently away, but--damn, that jelly tastes good. Tastes like ... mana. Oh, no. Adra makes a soft 'hnnh' noise in his throat as he licks the rest of the jelly off of Gil's finger. Oh, it's good. He wants more--but--no--no, where is Saber?

He squeezes his eyes shut and pushes back, breathing in sharply, clutching at his chest. ]


Don't do that, damn it!

[ He wipes his mouth, ears folded, practically vibrating with irritation. ]

We need to find Saber!

[ He whips around, part of his mind still liquid and happy from the sudden infusion of mana, and squints through the haze of sneeze powder. There she is--frozen to the spot, apparently. ]

Saber!

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