[Elsword wishes the wintertime stopped this corruption but no, no no, he would never be so lucky, and even if it had stopped, it would simply be a matter of time until this happened. He feels weak and sick and feverish, worked into a cold sweat out in the fucking snow while Mizuki cradles him.
Somewhere on the ground there is a perfectly-severed eye laying there, but Elsword can't see it, and he frankly doesn't want to. The smell of blood is sharp and acrid and there's a very sudden dizziness — who knew that eye sockets could bleed this much. He sure didn't. One hand presses over the fresh hole in his face while the vines whip and writhe underneath.
He's never been in so much pain in his life. He's not someone who normally feels pain with any intensity, not like this. If this is a ten on his pain scale, an ordinary man would've passed out from shock. Which... he might be in, honestly. The world is an incoherent blur of shapes and vague colours and Mizuki's hands worming up under his to press something against his eye socket.]
is for you! /eye horror continues
Somewhere on the ground there is a perfectly-severed eye laying there, but Elsword can't see it, and he frankly doesn't want to. The smell of blood is sharp and acrid and there's a very sudden dizziness — who knew that eye sockets could bleed this much. He sure didn't. One hand presses over the fresh hole in his face while the vines whip and writhe underneath.
He's never been in so much pain in his life. He's not someone who normally feels pain with any intensity, not like this. If this is a ten on his pain scale, an ordinary man would've passed out from shock. Which... he might be in, honestly. The world is an incoherent blur of shapes and vague colours and Mizuki's hands worming up under his to press something against his eye socket.]
I-I'm... fine. It's okay.
[Buddy,
it sure fucking is not.]