Ren’s scream nearly pierce Maruki's ear-drums as his hand falters but in his mind he knows he should atleast try to comfort him in some way. What can he do? Azathoth is acting frenzy again as well- nestling on his arm for some reason.
He shouldn’t be alone with this.
The thought itself doesn't age well as he suddenly flinches when Akira moves. There is a startle and then his eyes widen in shock as he sees- a gun??? A fucking gun?? "-!" As if that itself isn't enough, the stare from those eyes makes him stumble back. Why is he acting like this?? What is he doing to him?
His questions don't recieve an answer as a flash of firey eyes manifests before him. The last thing he recognizes is the flourish of royal red wings wrapped in gold before the skies rain down on him in anger.
CRASH!!!
Pain.
It starts as a prick in his palm before it suddenly pushes through the right half of his body. He cries out in bone-shattering agony as he rolls back from the force of the persona before his head is cushioned by something.
Azathoth is at his rescue with green tentacles suddenly curl in on themselves and criss-cross into themselves to form into a pillow.
You must know that your actions have consequence, doctor.
"AGH-!!!" he screams as he grasps onto his right shoulder as red bleeds into his white coat. "You-!" He raises his head to glare up at him, a tear welling up at the corner of his eyes. "HOW COULD YOU-!? It...hurts-!"
There's a proper tear through his classic white coat- showing off his arm drenched in his own blood. Bile threatens to climb through his throat as he attends to his broken right hand with his left- charred black.
TW: injury
Ren’s scream nearly pierce Maruki's ear-drums as his hand falters but in his mind he knows he should atleast try to comfort him in some way. What can he do? Azathoth is acting frenzy again as well- nestling on his arm for some reason.
He shouldn’t be alone with this.
The thought itself doesn't age well as he suddenly flinches when Akira moves. There is a startle and then his eyes widen in shock as he sees- a gun??? A fucking gun?? "-!" As if that itself isn't enough, the stare from those eyes makes him stumble back. Why is he acting like this?? What is he doing to him?
His questions don't recieve an answer as a flash of firey eyes manifests before him. The last thing he recognizes is the flourish of royal red wings wrapped in gold before the skies rain down on him in anger.
CRASH!!!
Pain.
It starts as a prick in his palm before it suddenly pushes through the right half of his body. He cries out in bone-shattering agony as he rolls back from the force of the persona before his head is cushioned by something.
Azathoth is at his rescue with green tentacles suddenly curl in on themselves and criss-cross into themselves to form into a pillow.
You must know that your actions have consequence, doctor.
"AGH-!!!" he screams as he grasps onto his right shoulder as red bleeds into his white coat. "You-!" He raises his head to glare up at him, a tear welling up at the corner of his eyes. "HOW COULD YOU-!? It...hurts-!"
There's a proper tear through his classic white coat- showing off his arm drenched in his own blood. Bile threatens to climb through his throat as he attends to his broken right hand with his left- charred black.