[ and yet despite the ghost having followed them it is no longer trying to attack them. interesting—fyodor casts a glance down at sigma and most decidedly ignores the seething.
he waves for sigma to stay put before he gets to his feet. the ghosts seems to begin reacting again and fyodor freezes, a tense standoff as he tries to work it out.
a step back and the ghost advances, threatening. what had sigma done? it hadn't been running--blood? no. something else. fyodor hates being out in the open like this, even as he forces himself to give his back to a clear threat and instead kneels by sigma.
there is a mirror action of something he's not quite capable of feeling: protection. ]
no subject
he waves for sigma to stay put before he gets to his feet. the ghosts seems to begin reacting again and fyodor freezes, a tense standoff as he tries to work it out.
a step back and the ghost advances, threatening. what had sigma done? it hadn't been running--blood? no. something else. fyodor hates being out in the open like this, even as he forces himself to give his back to a clear threat and instead kneels by sigma.
there is a mirror action of something he's not quite capable of feeling: protection. ]
Give me your arm.