[The contact is almost too much. His expression twists in discomfort and all he wants to do is pull away, but there's really no escape from this pain. With his eyes closed Akechi can only focus on evening out his breathing, fighting against the urge to retch himself empty. But then a familiar soothing shower washes over him and he immediately recognizes it as Diarahan. Thank Yaldabaoth for personas.
The healing spell lifts worst of the pain. No longer is he engulfed in the hot, shearing pain and the color slowly returns to his face. His breathing is still heavy and ragged but at least it doesn't feel like he's about to die with each breath.
Akechi sits still for a half of a beat, before he leans forward -- quietly wincing at the dull ache as the skin around his wound is pulled, and buries his face in Akira's hair.]
Thank you. [His voice is barely louder than a whisper.
And now that his world is not painted by the agonizing pain he can turn his attention to Akira. He can't see his face from this angle but he observes his partner's body language, reading into the way his shoulders are hunched and the stress within his frame. He and Kotone had came up with a hypothesis about the nature of their powers here. One would need to put themselves in great danger for their Persona to manifest. So, to think that Akira was able to reach his here...
Yeah, the thought makes him want to laugh but all he can muster is an amused huff in his hair.] It's fine, Akira.
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The healing spell lifts worst of the pain. No longer is he engulfed in the hot, shearing pain and the color slowly returns to his face. His breathing is still heavy and ragged but at least it doesn't feel like he's about to die with each breath.
Akechi sits still for a half of a beat, before he leans forward -- quietly wincing at the dull ache as the skin around his wound is pulled, and buries his face in Akira's hair.]
Thank you. [His voice is barely louder than a whisper.
And now that his world is not painted by the agonizing pain he can turn his attention to Akira. He can't see his face from this angle but he observes his partner's body language, reading into the way his shoulders are hunched and the stress within his frame. He and Kotone had came up with a hypothesis about the nature of their powers here. One would need to put themselves in great danger for their Persona to manifest. So, to think that Akira was able to reach his here...
Yeah, the thought makes him want to laugh but all he can muster is an amused huff in his hair.] It's fine, Akira.