Her utterance of his name is cut off midway as she watches him stumble helplessly into careening downward, downward, in horrific slow motion, toward their furry nemesis-- and thinks, No! No one will die today, not on her watch!
(FYI, she's referring entirely to Prompto - not the spider - as the one who may die without her direct intervention.)
So, she, uh, she grabs the back of his shirt and just kind of. Holds it.
His face may swing inches away from the spider. It may wave a leg out toward him oh-so innocently. If Prompto doesn't squirm overly, Lucina will try to veer him back up and onto his feet, slowly pulling him backwards. ]
no subject
[ ...
Her utterance of his name is cut off midway as she watches him stumble helplessly into careening downward, downward, in horrific slow motion, toward their furry nemesis-- and thinks, No! No one will die today, not on her watch!
(FYI, she's referring entirely to Prompto - not the spider - as the one who may die without her direct intervention.)
So, she, uh, she grabs the back of his shirt and just kind of. Holds it.
His face may swing inches away from the spider. It may wave a leg out toward him oh-so innocently. If Prompto doesn't squirm overly, Lucina will try to veer him back up and onto his feet, slowly pulling him backwards. ]