There was a subtle twitch of Xaldin's lips as he slid the needle in, the anesthetic already taking effect. His body began to relax, earning a quiet sigh of relief from the pain. The fog was beginning to settle into his mind--a Nobody was significantly more resistant to its mental effects, giving him some time even as he could no longer lift his head enough to see Lexaeus. "...I did nothing," he repeated, his words beginning to slur at the edges of consonants. It was still taking effect relatively quickly, forcing him to struggle to form the words. "Guilt...denial... they dip into the darkness... the more one tries to hide it..." He made some other sound, an attempt at continuing, but the anesthetic had claimed him fully. His cheek was pressed awkwardly against the metal, eyes barely open, mouth slack.
The first incision would be no more than a mildly annoying feeling of pressure. The skin was mostly dead and bloodless now. It peeled back easily, revealing the limb that had been trapped underneath it. And no wonder there had been so much pain. It was folded awkwardly, and still covered in Dilan's blood, but the claw at the "wrist" was unmistakable. Taking it out and stretching it out would only confirm that it was definitely a Dragoon's wing, adapted to a living, human body. Muscle and tendons had grown up around it, the skin stretched between bony "fingers" threaded with veins and arteries. All signs of growth had stalled; likely due to the anesthetic.
The more one tries to hide it, the more it makes itself known.
It was Ienzo who opened the door for Even to bring his supplies in. He was still half asleep, scrubbing at his eyes to get the sand out of them. He hadn't even had time to take his coat, or tuck in his shirt. His gaze fixed on Dilan's motionless body, staring at...was that...? He shook his head. He wasn't nearly awake enough to deal with this.
"...I'll...wash up. And see if there's any compatible blood."
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Date: 2015-10-07 12:51 am (UTC)The first incision would be no more than a mildly annoying feeling of pressure. The skin was mostly dead and bloodless now. It peeled back easily, revealing the limb that had been trapped underneath it. And no wonder there had been so much pain. It was folded awkwardly, and still covered in Dilan's blood, but the claw at the "wrist" was unmistakable. Taking it out and stretching it out would only confirm that it was definitely a Dragoon's wing, adapted to a living, human body. Muscle and tendons had grown up around it, the skin stretched between bony "fingers" threaded with veins and arteries. All signs of growth had stalled; likely due to the anesthetic.
The more one tries to hide it, the more it makes itself known.
It was Ienzo who opened the door for Even to bring his supplies in. He was still half asleep, scrubbing at his eyes to get the sand out of them. He hadn't even had time to take his coat, or tuck in his shirt. His gaze fixed on Dilan's motionless body, staring at...was that...? He shook his head. He wasn't nearly awake enough to deal with this.
"...I'll...wash up. And see if there's any compatible blood."