[ jayce wouldn't enter without serph. he'd fend off the monsters on their tails at last, and with safety being lurched for, jayce finally throws himself to the floors of the convoy. it felt like an eternity had passed before they breached thosr shields and monsters snapped for jayce regardless of the wall between them. at least, whenever serph decides to slip into his own safety, the monsters do not follow. he could do so whenever he wanted, and the beasts wouldn't give a damn or even notice.
they want jayce. the voices scream and rattle into his skull enough for jayce to buckle into the earth and pull at his hair, scrape his antlers into the dirt and scream for it to stop. it's only when sunrise violates the darkness and breaks night into twilight. the monsters desintegrate. the voices, finally, cease, and jayce gasps so loudly with disbelieving startle that the hands in his hair and antlers drag down his bloodied cheekbones. ]
I-It stopped— Gods, it stopped—
[ it has not stoped just yet, jolting back with a cry when he hears, harsh and numerous in his ears: NEXT TIME YOU ARE MINE. ]
. . . Shit. Fuck—
[ and he throws himself, back to soil and grass, to breathe out the edges of panic he didn't necessarily need— but how else could he regulate himself? tears stream into his beard as he covers his mouth. overwhelming. god damn overwhelming. ]
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they want jayce. the voices scream and rattle into his skull enough for jayce to buckle into the earth and pull at his hair, scrape his antlers into the dirt and scream for it to stop. it's only when sunrise violates the darkness and breaks night into twilight. the monsters desintegrate. the voices, finally, cease, and jayce gasps so loudly with disbelieving startle that the hands in his hair and antlers drag down his bloodied cheekbones. ]
I-It stopped— Gods, it stopped—
[ it has not stoped just yet, jolting back with a cry when he hears, harsh and numerous in his ears: NEXT TIME YOU ARE MINE. ]
. . . Shit. Fuck—
[ and he throws himself, back to soil and grass, to breathe out the edges of panic he didn't necessarily need— but how else could he regulate himself? tears stream into his beard as he covers his mouth. overwhelming. god damn overwhelming. ]