[It isn't quite the same, but it's close. Similar. Enough that it helps in slowing the too-quick heart pounding in his chest. It isn't just him, then, right?
He's ready to answer the question "Not right now", except. Except. Of course.
"Klaaaussss."
"Joiiin ussss."
It's a whole chorus of voices flanking him from every side, in a semi-circle. Long, bony fingers curling around whatever parts of him they could reach-- a wrist, an arm, a shoulder. There's something both impossibly cold and scorching hot at all of those places, both sensations at once making a war across his skin.
Except... not really, right? He doesn't suffer any burns or marks of any kind at all. Just the sensation of ice or heat wrapping around his wrist, which he's staring at now, unable to stop himself from following the fingers there up his arm and over his shoulder to the specter there, features distorted, deep burns across its cheek what should have been skin cracked and peeled and broken, gashes three inches deep along its neck and he's sure he can see what should have been muscle underneath it.
His voice is hoarse and broken as he squeaks out-- ]
cw: wound descriptions~
[It isn't quite the same, but it's close. Similar. Enough that it helps in slowing the too-quick heart pounding in his chest. It isn't just him, then, right?
He's ready to answer the question "Not right now", except.
Except.
Of course. Except... not really, right? He doesn't suffer any burns or marks of any kind at all. Just the sensation of ice or heat wrapping around his wrist, which he's staring at now, unable to stop himself from following the fingers there up his arm and over his shoulder to the specter there, features distorted, deep burns across its cheek what should have been skin cracked and peeled and broken, gashes three inches deep along its neck and he's sure he can see what should have been muscle underneath it.
His voice is hoarse and broken as he squeaks out-- ]
Y-yea-ah....