03-07-2021, 06:31 AM
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family was a finicky thing, and pyrrhic didn't think much of it outside of his late brother. he had hardly developed a connection with any outside of the one close attendant that often hung around the duo. though, that was family enough. as tumultuous as the relationship was, pyrrhic never thought about asking for anything more. hell, he hadn't expected to come across a place such at this, and the npc that had been holding him up against the wall was only proof that he shouldn't get his hopes up.
he'd become a lone wolf through the need to survive, and being so suddenly relieved of his predicament left him in a stupor. he looks down the corridor that the npc had retreated down, only just beginning to register the pain in his shoulder. it was dull and familiar, and he can only absently nod in response to colt's question. pyrrhic scrunches up his nose, a delicate movement that mimics a slightly started rabbit. his mind conjures up the past teachings of his brother, because 'you need to know how to fix yourself, i won't always be around to patch you up' and he uses the wall and his own leverage to pop the limb back into place.
it makes his head spin and his vision darken briefly. he sways ever so slightly before offering a pinched smile to the man before him. "ah, yes, fine," he finally answers with a quick nod of his head, voice tight with a hint of a waver.. though the npc is long gone, he still latches on to the hilt of the knife as he folds the coat tighter around himself. pyrrhic lets out a nervous chuckle after a moment, attempting to dissipate his own unease. "thanks for that." there's a gentler tone to his words now, almost as if embarrassed by everything.
eyes narrow slightly as they track the blood that falls from colt's nose and is effectively smeared across his face with the swipe of his hand. lips quirk downwards and before he can stop himself, he unfurls from the hunched stance he'd adopted and darts a hand out towards his rescuer. his fingers are folded into the gently worn fabric of his coat, and he attempts to clean up a little more of the blood. "'s not broken, no?" he queries, letting his hand drop back to his side. "you should, ah," his brows furrow and he briefly mimics pinching the bridge of his own nose before continuing, "and lean forward."
cosmyn
he'd become a lone wolf through the need to survive, and being so suddenly relieved of his predicament left him in a stupor. he looks down the corridor that the npc had retreated down, only just beginning to register the pain in his shoulder. it was dull and familiar, and he can only absently nod in response to colt's question. pyrrhic scrunches up his nose, a delicate movement that mimics a slightly started rabbit. his mind conjures up the past teachings of his brother, because 'you need to know how to fix yourself, i won't always be around to patch you up' and he uses the wall and his own leverage to pop the limb back into place.
it makes his head spin and his vision darken briefly. he sways ever so slightly before offering a pinched smile to the man before him. "ah, yes, fine," he finally answers with a quick nod of his head, voice tight with a hint of a waver.. though the npc is long gone, he still latches on to the hilt of the knife as he folds the coat tighter around himself. pyrrhic lets out a nervous chuckle after a moment, attempting to dissipate his own unease. "thanks for that." there's a gentler tone to his words now, almost as if embarrassed by everything.
eyes narrow slightly as they track the blood that falls from colt's nose and is effectively smeared across his face with the swipe of his hand. lips quirk downwards and before he can stop himself, he unfurls from the hunched stance he'd adopted and darts a hand out towards his rescuer. his fingers are folded into the gently worn fabric of his coat, and he attempts to clean up a little more of the blood. "'s not broken, no?" he queries, letting his hand drop back to his side. "you should, ah," his brows furrow and he briefly mimics pinching the bridge of his own nose before continuing, "and lean forward."
turning' heads : " i got all the eyes on me "