No way you can deny, you feel the most alive when you are terrified
There's no room for breath or thought beneath the assault of fingertips; there is only the base level of survival. Curling to protect one section of his body reveals another, and he feels very much like a tumsea whose shell is too small. Blocking with an elbow, grabbing at her hand, all are short-lived when she descends elsewhere, requiring an immediate reroute of tactics and defense. All of which becomes more desperate and judgment more clouded the longer it goes on, the laughter and the internal coiling becoming an overwhelming thing that floods the bond like an overfilled bathtub displacing its water for the bather.
The respite when she finally pauses is so at odds with the torture that just felt endless, that for a moment all he can do is lie there, caught in something akin to a drunken stupor as he reassembles into a person who has air in their lungs and ownership of their body again. His sides heave as though he's just finished a run, his face properly flushed to match, but where one might stretch out after such exercise, instead his arms cinch around either side of him and his shoulders hike up to his ears, battening the hatches against another Flora storm.
He knows he has precious seconds to answer her demands before the new onslaught starts, and even then, she might do it anyway, hence the battening (however futile it'll prove to be, in the end). Summoning the last dregs of strength, he holds the gaze of his captor with all the gravity this moment deserves, the look itself an act of defiance for all its boldness and certainty, an indicator that she cannot break his will so easily. "What was that about negotiations and terrorists?"
Smug, too smug probably, he sends a prayer out for a spirit to rescue him from this very real tickling and capture crisis he's found himself in. An escalation maybe in an ordinary household, but it only feels proper given she stooped to using her new fancy demigod magic on him already. Spirit, toss her back in the pool! he channels.
Kaisel used 2/2 Deepfrost 320 channels
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channelling to increase power. Has a 3-post cool-down between uses.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded | Cost: Action
The respite when she finally pauses is so at odds with the torture that just felt endless, that for a moment all he can do is lie there, caught in something akin to a drunken stupor as he reassembles into a person who has air in their lungs and ownership of their body again. His sides heave as though he's just finished a run, his face properly flushed to match, but where one might stretch out after such exercise, instead his arms cinch around either side of him and his shoulders hike up to his ears, battening the hatches against another Flora storm.
He knows he has precious seconds to answer her demands before the new onslaught starts, and even then, she might do it anyway, hence the battening (however futile it'll prove to be, in the end). Summoning the last dregs of strength, he holds the gaze of his captor with all the gravity this moment deserves, the look itself an act of defiance for all its boldness and certainty, an indicator that she cannot break his will so easily. "What was that about negotiations and terrorists?"
Smug, too smug probably, he sends a prayer out for a spirit to rescue him from this very real tickling and capture crisis he's found himself in. An escalation maybe in an ordinary household, but it only feels proper given she stooped to using her new fancy demigod magic on him already. Spirit, toss her back in the pool! he channels.
Kaisel used 2/2 Deepfrost 320 channels
Channeling (Accepted) : Allows an Accepted to channel a herald/demigod/spirit (2x a season). Can be combined with other accepted channelling to increase power. Has a 3-post cool-down between uses.
Type: Light | Rank: Upgraded | Cost: Action
Kaisel
I'm a daredevil on the highway to hell
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
