Hinnom started moving as soon as you pulled free, and so you're hurrying after the wriggler when your world goes abruptly off-balance. There's a hand on your horn!
Normally, you wouldn't care. Normally, though, you aren't staggering without your psionics, and with your balance already shot from alcohol that refuses to just fucking process. Their grip isn't firm, but the way their fingers are curling into the velvet of your horn is leaving you dizzy.
You hiss at Riccin, showing all of your teeth, and you jerk your head hard to try and wrench it free. "Get off of me," you demand, and then again: "Right now!"
You don't have the weight to out and out wrest free. But you do have one thing on your side, and that's agitation. Drowsing had reduced the sparks to essentially glitter on the base of your horns, shiny but harmless, but you can feel them cracking as your anger grows. Your body wants you to jump, but you can't jump with someone grabbing you, and so the energy you're pumping into your psionics has nowhere to go.
Nowhere to go but out. The air is getting bright with the aborted sparkle and crack of your psionics as the thwarted energy forces its way into the air. You can't jump, not with a hand on your horn, but maybe you can burn the hell out of their hand, if nothing else.
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Normally, you wouldn't care. Normally, though, you aren't staggering without your psionics, and with your balance already shot from alcohol that refuses to just fucking process. Their grip isn't firm, but the way their fingers are curling into the velvet of your horn is leaving you dizzy.
You hiss at Riccin, showing all of your teeth, and you jerk your head hard to try and wrench it free. "Get off of me," you demand, and then again: "Right now!"
You don't have the weight to out and out wrest free. But you do have one thing on your side, and that's agitation. Drowsing had reduced the sparks to essentially glitter on the base of your horns, shiny but harmless, but you can feel them cracking as your anger grows. Your body wants you to jump, but you can't jump with someone grabbing you, and so the energy you're pumping into your psionics has nowhere to go.
Nowhere to go but out. The air is getting bright with the aborted sparkle and crack of your psionics as the thwarted energy forces its way into the air. You can't jump, not with a hand on your horn, but maybe you can burn the hell out of their hand, if nothing else.