[Compared to the surface, it's oddly quiet under the water. Not quite serene with the rotting water burning at his wounds, or the heavy mental dread building as the ink bleeds from the talisman-- but there sure is a lot less screaming and stabbing. Instead there's a heavy pressure all around as he kicks his screaming legs to propel towards the half-floating sack of flesh that must be a part of Dara.
He should probably feel alarmed at the heat clawing into his torn skin and muscles, feeling like a slow, flooding fever as it progresses. The burning in his eyes, opennas he tries to see through the turbulent, ill-coloured wated. At the way his chest tightens as he swims, a reminder of the time limit on his breath. At the surreal idea and sensation of fingers, picking at any wound they can find like it's a scab not-quite-healed but impossible to resist pulling apart and open. But instead of distressing him, the idea of it feels... familiar.
Just like when he'd died right? Searing pain. Difficulty breathing. Consciousness harder and harder to hold to. A natural release from life. One he'd done before, and wouldn't be afraid of facing again.
Once close enough, and he'll hold out the hand with his small, guardian snake-friend, as though willing it to strike and take the organ within itself.]
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He should probably feel alarmed at the heat clawing into his torn skin and muscles, feeling like a slow, flooding fever as it progresses. The burning in his eyes, opennas he tries to see through the turbulent, ill-coloured wated. At the way his chest tightens as he swims, a reminder of the time limit on his breath. At the surreal idea and sensation of fingers, picking at any wound they can find like it's a scab not-quite-healed but impossible to resist pulling apart and open. But instead of distressing him, the idea of it feels... familiar.
Just like when he'd died right? Searing pain. Difficulty breathing. Consciousness harder and harder to hold to. A natural release from life. One he'd done before, and wouldn't be afraid of facing again.
Once close enough, and he'll hold out the hand with his small, guardian snake-friend, as though willing it to strike and take the organ within itself.]