The way that Pheres's eyes are lit up was less noticeable up above, where the light of the day and the glare of the sun had washed it out to the point of near invisibility. Down here, with only the dimmergrubs high above, it's glaring. He looks like a ghoul.
He sounds like one, too.
"He's not dead," Castor says, slowly, like he's questioning it. He's lapsed back into standard, thank fuck. "So..."
Hinnom waits. Sometimes it takes him a moment to think up a plan. But he always comes up with good ones.
"We have to take him back to the hive."
He usually comes up with good ones. Ze shakes zir head furiously, and hisses, as low as they can: "No!"
"If he's not dead already," ze continues, all in a rush, "then he's gonna die, and then he'll turn, and it'll be awful, 'cause not like shit we can do 'gainst a revenant --"
"My god. You're a little angel." Hinnom doesn't know jack about religion, though Castor's tried to teach them, but ze knows that isn't a compliment just by the way he says it. "He saved you from the drones. We can't just leave him to die."
Ze doesn't see why not. Their mom clacks her mandibles, unsure: she can't see Castor, ze doesn't think, but she really doesn't like when they argue, so ze zips it.
(And.. okay, because he does have a point. When someone does something for you, you gotta pay it back: good or bad, that's just a rule!)
(No one ever said it had to be a good pay-back. Leaving someone to be eaten by ghouls is still a reward, 'cause they're more likely to end up as a ghost that way, instead of just fading. But. It's a pretty shitty one.)
When ze doesn't say anything else, just huffs, Castor takes it as agreement, and pulls himself together. As he spoke, he materialised more: rattlereeds and a speechwaddle for sound and lips to form them, but now he forces the rest, until he's less of a blur and more of a person, with clothes and horn-stubs and a body all between them.
And, wrapping zir telekinesis around him like a shroud, he approaches Pheres.
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The way that Pheres's eyes are lit up was less noticeable up above, where the light of the day and the glare of the sun had washed it out to the point of near invisibility. Down here, with only the dimmergrubs high above, it's glaring. He looks like a ghoul.
He sounds like one, too.
"He's not dead," Castor says, slowly, like he's questioning it. He's lapsed back into standard, thank fuck. "So..."
Hinnom waits. Sometimes it takes him a moment to think up a plan. But he always comes up with good ones.
"We have to take him back to the hive."
He usually comes up with good ones. Ze shakes zir head furiously, and hisses, as low as they can: "No!"
"If he's not dead already," ze continues, all in a rush, "then he's gonna die, and then he'll turn, and it'll be awful, 'cause not like shit we can do 'gainst a revenant --"
"My god. You're a little angel." Hinnom doesn't know jack about religion, though Castor's tried to teach them, but ze knows that isn't a compliment just by the way he says it. "He saved you from the drones. We can't just leave him to die."
Ze doesn't see why not. Their mom clacks her mandibles, unsure: she can't see Castor, ze doesn't think, but she really doesn't like when they argue, so ze zips it.
(And.. okay, because he does have a point. When someone does something for you, you gotta pay it back: good or bad, that's just a rule!)
(No one ever said it had to be a good pay-back. Leaving someone to be eaten by ghouls is still a reward, 'cause they're more likely to end up as a ghost that way, instead of just fading. But. It's a pretty shitty one.)
When ze doesn't say anything else, just huffs, Castor takes it as agreement, and pulls himself together. As he spoke, he materialised more: rattlereeds and a speechwaddle for sound and lips to form them, but now he forces the rest, until he's less of a blur and more of a person, with clothes and horn-stubs and a body all between them.
And, wrapping zir telekinesis around him like a shroud, he approaches Pheres.