They're stuck somewhere between laughing and crying by the time they realize Héctor is in front of them. Nekane has to keep a hand over their mouth or else they were going to be sick. But it's fine.
They feel like broken mess...more so then usual. Their chest is heaving and it feels like they're going to have a heart attack or a panic attack or both. The tremors coursing through their body are causing Nekane's teeth to chatter. But it's fine.
It's out and it's silent. Everything going on in their head was finally silenced for the moment.
They look down and see the hand. Nekane follows that hand to the arm and then the face and eyes of the closest person in Hell. Héctor. Héctor.
They reach out. Their skin burns so they leave their hand beside his. It's quite the contrast, Nekane thinks. A plain, normal looking hand side-by-side to one with broken skin now swimming with black tar and eyes. Each one are looking at him.
"Feel like...I'm going to pass out." They mutter. Just so he has a heads up because in the next few moments, after pushing their magic they way they did, Nekane falls forward and blacks out.
His breath shudders a little when they reach out. He's not sure he can call it relief, with how hollowing and horrible all of this is, but it's surely something close.
He looks down at those eyes without fear. At least, not fear of the eyes. There is a fear for them, that not-quite-relief, every bit of sorriness he can hold, a care that goes too deep.
His gaze is ripped away by their muttering, then falling. He yelps. He worries, and hesitates, but, ultimately, it's a good thing. If they're passed out, he can move them without causing a panic.
Carefully, he takes them up in his arms. He'll bring them inside, lay them with their nest. It'll make a mess of things, but it's a mess that can be cleaned and less important than seeing them well. He picks them and starts to carry them in, out of the chill fall air, holding them for what he hopes won't be the last time.
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They feel like broken mess...more so then usual. Their chest is heaving and it feels like they're going to have a heart attack or a panic attack or both. The tremors coursing through their body are causing Nekane's teeth to chatter. But it's fine.
It's out and it's silent. Everything going on in their head was finally silenced for the moment.
They look down and see the hand. Nekane follows that hand to the arm and then the face and eyes of the closest person in Hell. Héctor. Héctor.
They reach out. Their skin burns so they leave their hand beside his. It's quite the contrast, Nekane thinks. A plain, normal looking hand side-by-side to one with broken skin now swimming with black tar and eyes. Each one are looking at him.
"Feel like...I'm going to pass out." They mutter. Just so he has a heads up because in the next few moments, after pushing their magic they way they did, Nekane falls forward and blacks out.
And things stay silent.
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He looks down at those eyes without fear. At least, not fear of the eyes. There is a fear for them, that not-quite-relief, every bit of sorriness he can hold, a care that goes too deep.
His gaze is ripped away by their muttering, then falling. He yelps. He worries, and hesitates, but, ultimately, it's a good thing. If they're passed out, he can move them without causing a panic.
Carefully, he takes them up in his arms. He'll bring them inside, lay them with their nest. It'll make a mess of things, but it's a mess that can be cleaned and less important than seeing them well. He picks them and starts to carry them in, out of the chill fall air, holding them for what he hopes won't be the last time.