[shit. even like this, he knows this is-- bad. (she truly is turning on him, to corrode and come for him like this-)
he raises his arm to block, but there's not much he can do against that axe when rime shank has her in its grip. it slices through, the arm dropping to the ground at his feet as he chokes on a pained cry.
no. no, not this, she can't-- she can't.
there's no logic or reason in the way he reaches for e.g.o. of his own again, branches winding up his feet, one growing from his head, more of them curling down the space where his arm was; they form a new one, but.
but.
this time, it's corroded right from the beginning, his mental state too fraught to support it. the branches grow thicker, wrapping all around his body, over his face and head, covering his eyes and leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.
at the end of his new arm is a large, rotted apple, already burst open; worms crawl from it, making a home on his withering branches, as he swings back at her with the grotesque thing.]
cw body horror, rot, bugs, i am so sorry please mind the warnings
[shit. even like this, he knows this is-- bad. (she truly is turning on him, to corrode and come for him like this-)
he raises his arm to block, but there's not much he can do against that axe when rime shank has her in its grip. it slices through, the arm dropping to the ground at his feet as he chokes on a pained cry.
no. no, not this, she can't-- she can't.
there's no logic or reason in the way he reaches for e.g.o. of his own again, branches winding up his feet, one growing from his head, more of them curling down the space where his arm was; they form a new one, but.
but.
this time, it's corroded right from the beginning, his mental state too fraught to support it. the branches grow thicker, wrapping all around his body, over his face and head, covering his eyes and leaving only his nose and mouth exposed.
at the end of his new arm is a large, rotted apple, already burst open; worms crawl from it, making a home on his withering branches, as he swings back at her with the grotesque thing.]
Then come... with me.
Together... we are in rot.