It isn't the first time he's felt the negative effects of his own magic, the chill of ice crawling up his spine or the shocks of lightning coursing through his system. For that much? He's well-prepared. It's the impact, however much he attempts to minimize it, that stuns his body the most, thrown against a splintered railing with a force that tears his sleeve and scrapes up a previously uninjured arm. Hell, he's sure he would've tumbled right over the side and onto the new sheet of ice below had it not been for Jonas's forward-thinking, rope tight enough around his waist that he can already picture mottling skin.
But his family heritage comes with more than just a long name and elemental magic, and it's with a harsh cough of seawater and a resultant shiver that he fully sits up, body already starting to heal itself of any particularly grievous injuries. Surface level cuts and scrapes may remain but his composure is regained fast, slumping back hard against the ship's now slightly raised bow as his eyes go back to Jonas. ]
Yeah... Yeah, fine here.
I dunno, I'd say it's less crazy than wherever we ended up. [ It's half to himself but it's also the first thing said between them that feels conversational, and in that way it's deeply therapeutic. ] Pretty sure it'll hold, but that just means we bought time.
... what about you, you alright? You sound– [ Noctis pauses, deciding against his own self-censorship. ] –like shit.
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It isn't the first time he's felt the negative effects of his own magic, the chill of ice crawling up his spine or the shocks of lightning coursing through his system. For that much? He's well-prepared. It's the impact, however much he attempts to minimize it, that stuns his body the most, thrown against a splintered railing with a force that tears his sleeve and scrapes up a previously uninjured arm. Hell, he's sure he would've tumbled right over the side and onto the new sheet of ice below had it not been for Jonas's forward-thinking, rope tight enough around his waist that he can already picture mottling skin.
But his family heritage comes with more than just a long name and elemental magic, and it's with a harsh cough of seawater and a resultant shiver that he fully sits up, body already starting to heal itself of any particularly grievous injuries. Surface level cuts and scrapes may remain but his composure is regained fast, slumping back hard against the ship's now slightly raised bow as his eyes go back to Jonas. ]
Yeah... Yeah, fine here.
I dunno, I'd say it's less crazy than wherever we ended up. [ It's half to himself but it's also the first thing said between them that feels conversational, and in that way it's deeply therapeutic. ] Pretty sure it'll hold, but that just means we bought time.
... what about you, you alright? You sound– [ Noctis pauses, deciding against his own self-censorship. ] –like shit.