His eyes narrowed at the sight of the black that was spiderwebbing out from 76's eyes, and it seemed that their little confrontation wasn't helping each other at all. Was it tied to emotions? Or were they drawing on powers or an old recipe that had screwed with them for years thanks to their government? He didn't have enough information, but that would change with time he expected.
He hissed when the shadows seemed to consume their position, and he flexed his legs in the muck. It felt like it was suddenly loosening as if finally deciding to let him go. That was just before the pain of electricity assaulted him, and he gritted his teeth and hissed in pain before the dream closed abruptly.
Reaper came back to himself with a jerk that sent the hammock he found himself in swinging mildly. He blinked open red eyes, disoriented from the experience and seemingly still smelling blood in his nostrils. He lifted his head where it had been resting on the back of another's, his eyes unfocused for the most part.
His arm was tight around 76's waist, and he didn't relent in his grip as he tried to figure out what had happened and how he had ended up here. This was not where he had been before entering the dream. It had been a dream right? His eyes flicked down, noting the fine lightning bolts of black spidering up 76's wrist and flopped his head back down. He was exhausted like all the energy had been drained from him. He filled the information of corruption to the back of his mind, aware he wouldn't be conscious long.
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He hissed when the shadows seemed to consume their position, and he flexed his legs in the muck. It felt like it was suddenly loosening as if finally deciding to let him go. That was just before the pain of electricity assaulted him, and he gritted his teeth and hissed in pain before the dream closed abruptly.
Reaper came back to himself with a jerk that sent the hammock he found himself in swinging mildly. He blinked open red eyes, disoriented from the experience and seemingly still smelling blood in his nostrils. He lifted his head where it had been resting on the back of another's, his eyes unfocused for the most part.
His arm was tight around 76's waist, and he didn't relent in his grip as he tried to figure out what had happened and how he had ended up here. This was not where he had been before entering the dream. It had been a dream right? His eyes flicked down, noting the fine lightning bolts of black spidering up 76's wrist and flopped his head back down. He was exhausted like all the energy had been drained from him. He filled the information of corruption to the back of his mind, aware he wouldn't be conscious long.