[all it takes is a thought, a desire to begin - and honestly it's only Styx's own excitement that's kept the damn bracelet from going off like a spring trap before now. but Eren has unleashed his friend in the worst way with that inquiry, and before he's even finished his impassioned declaration the spells are whirring into action.
he is so not ready for what happens. the sudden explosion of armor crawling up his entire body startles the drummer, throws him him off kilter - and, shit, there he goes tumbling off the bed with a comical outcry. given the degree of protection he's just unwittingly donned it's only ruinous for his pride; what's a real issue is the fact that, with his arm previously at the angle it was, there's the very real possibility that he's just clocked his bondmate right in the face with a dragonscale gauntlet on his way down.
[ eren saw enough of the scales rising up human flesh in subtle clatters that it was a sight to behold. even as a fist full of dragon hide snaps his face sideways and sends eren over the bed and into the wall it occupied— oh, dear. the lower lip that had caught onto one of his fangs and pushed a cut in hadn't been the problem, even when blood trickled down his chin in a thin line and was lapped up by his tongue. when eren pulls away, a heavy crumbling comes with. his horns have put holes into the wall and he's pulled with him in his rise to the other edge of the bed pieces of it.
his gaze to styx was happy and proud, his rippling tail doing a far more excited little wiggle as his smile spread warmly. oh, hell, he'll fix the wall later. ]
Did you feel anything?
[ it was more to coax him into thinking rather than truly asking. he wouldn't have, styx would find. the diamond scales have taken the brunt of the impact down, and they could take even more. his witch was covered from head to toe in what covered eren: a canvas of black that expanded into the colors of a sunset in the middle of a storm. ]
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[ he's gone now, unfortunately— but he'll be missed, and eren was glad to get this done before that happened. ]
Want to try it out?
[ wait no— ]
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Hell yeah!
[all it takes is a thought, a desire to begin - and honestly it's only Styx's own excitement that's kept the damn bracelet from going off like a spring trap before now. but Eren has unleashed his friend in the worst way with that inquiry, and before he's even finished his impassioned declaration the spells are whirring into action.
he is so not ready for what happens. the sudden explosion of armor crawling up his entire body startles the drummer, throws him him off kilter - and, shit, there he goes tumbling off the bed with a comical outcry. given the degree of protection he's just unwittingly donned it's only ruinous for his pride; what's a real issue is the fact that, with his arm previously at the angle it was, there's the very real possibility that he's just clocked his bondmate right in the face with a dragonscale gauntlet on his way down.
whoops.]
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his gaze to styx was happy and proud, his rippling tail doing a far more excited little wiggle as his smile spread warmly. oh, hell, he'll fix the wall later. ]
Did you feel anything?
[ it was more to coax him into thinking rather than truly asking. he wouldn't have, styx would find. the diamond scales have taken the brunt of the impact down, and they could take even more. his witch was covered from head to toe in what covered eren: a canvas of black that expanded into the colors of a sunset in the middle of a storm. ]