[The bug crawls closer to them. John shudders. Every inch of his skin prickling with discomfort. Itchy.
Poe says something, but he doesn’t hear it. John can’t look away. Not even as bile burns up the back of his throat, and he thinks he could be sick, right here, in front of all these people, in front of Poe. He grits his teeth and swallows it down.
The bug stops. Retreats. Goes back to whatever hell it came from.
John looks up and around the cavern. How many more are there? Where could they be hiding? Suddenly the moving shadows between skews of refracted light don’t seem so innocent. John’s eyes dart back and forth. His hand twitches towards his hip again.
It’s Poe’s voice that brings him back. John snaps to, straightening slowly. He’d been half-crouched, poised for action. ]
But…
[He looks at Poe helplessly. Wanting to argue, but without a leg to stand on. He looks down.
John’s fingers curl in on themselves, digging into his palms. No claws. He’s fine. He’s still himself. All of him.
For whatever that’s worth. Right now, it doesn't feel like a lot.]
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Date: 2018-01-31 11:53 pm (UTC)Poe says something, but he doesn’t hear it. John can’t look away. Not even as bile burns up the back of his throat, and he thinks he could be sick, right here, in front of all these people, in front of Poe. He grits his teeth and swallows it down.
The bug stops. Retreats. Goes back to whatever hell it came from.
John looks up and around the cavern. How many more are there? Where could they be hiding? Suddenly the moving shadows between skews of refracted light don’t seem so innocent. John’s eyes dart back and forth. His hand twitches towards his hip again.
It’s Poe’s voice that brings him back. John snaps to, straightening slowly. He’d been half-crouched, poised for action. ]
But…
[He looks at Poe helplessly. Wanting to argue, but without a leg to stand on. He looks down.
John’s fingers curl in on themselves, digging into his palms. No claws. He’s fine. He’s still himself. All of him.
For whatever that’s worth. Right now, it doesn't feel like a lot.]
Okay.