[ Even with the gravity of the situation, there's a hint of amusement at the fact Emet's choosing now of all times to posture. If that's how he copes, then so be it--it may be the difference in getting out of this unscathed.
Under his breath, barely audible, Seimei begins to chant. It's a steady, tongue-twisting thing that follows the pace his fingertips circle the third eye with, then draw a line down to the Adam's apple, lingering, circling. There's a vague feeling of something stirring in him at this but it's unclear exactly what as the process repeats against his chest, then at his stomach.
And it is suddenly very clear.
All the pain, the grief, that concentrated hate quickly pools right into his gut, and with all its bubbling and thrashing around it's doing in there it seems like it wants to take the route Seimei had drawn right back out of him. Fast. ]
cw: spiritual puke
[ Even with the gravity of the situation, there's a hint of amusement at the fact Emet's choosing now of all times to posture. If that's how he copes, then so be it--it may be the difference in getting out of this unscathed.
Under his breath, barely audible, Seimei begins to chant. It's a steady, tongue-twisting thing that follows the pace his fingertips circle the third eye with, then draw a line down to the Adam's apple, lingering, circling. There's a vague feeling of something stirring in him at this but it's unclear exactly what as the process repeats against his chest, then at his stomach.
And it is suddenly very clear.
All the pain, the grief, that concentrated hate quickly pools right into his gut, and with all its bubbling and thrashing around it's doing in there it seems like it wants to take the route Seimei had drawn right back out of him. Fast. ]