[ aim it at my shadow. the directions themselves are enough to bring percy to cock a brow at her, but nevertheless, do as he's told out of curiosity. he lifts the gun, a strange shape cradled in his palms, grip adjusted. not quite a pepperbox, shape more organic than the sharp lines of a typical pistol. he thumbs the line of it, mind rising to meet the design, to get it under his fingers and absorb it slowly.
by the time the muzzle meets the direction of the shadow, he keeps himself from jerking (just barely), spying the slowly moving shapes within her shadow, eyes that blink lazily and then quickly, and then lazily in and out like stars themselves. it's a sight percy won't be able to wash from his mind, so he's thankful when cheris interrupts the sight, and he folds himself into her direction immediately.
he's prim about twisting the pistol handle out once more, gun back to owner. astonished. ]
You're a revena - [ he holds it a beat. the slowly winking eyes, almost alive. it makes his spine prickle, the faintest hairs with an animal-like motion prickling. the creep of something thick smooths over his spine, licks just barely at the collar of his shirt, but doesn't peek more than that. he'd looked into her shadow and it had looked back. ] - no. You carry one. How is that even possible?
[ what is this weirdass necromancy (?????) science (?????) gun (??????) bullshit stop this nonsense right now what the fuck cheris. ]
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by the time the muzzle meets the direction of the shadow, he keeps himself from jerking (just barely), spying the slowly moving shapes within her shadow, eyes that blink lazily and then quickly, and then lazily in and out like stars themselves. it's a sight percy won't be able to wash from his mind, so he's thankful when cheris interrupts the sight, and he folds himself into her direction immediately.
he's prim about twisting the pistol handle out once more, gun back to owner. astonished. ]
You're a revena - [ he holds it a beat. the slowly winking eyes, almost alive. it makes his spine prickle, the faintest hairs with an animal-like motion prickling. the creep of something thick smooths over his spine, licks just barely at the collar of his shirt, but doesn't peek more than that. he'd looked into her shadow and it had looked back. ] - no. You carry one. How is that even possible?
[ what is this weirdass necromancy (?????) science (?????) gun (??????) bullshit stop this nonsense right now what the fuck cheris. ]