[Possession or not, this ugly side of him had just enough reality that "at my most disgusting" might as well have been real. Real enough, at any rate.
The shard moves. It stings. The fabric doesn't tear until Idia reaches up and pulls in tandem with the attempted cut, and that's enough. With the neckline torn into, the rest tears all too easily.
And while Idia recovers, Cater takes the moment to lightly drape his arms over Idia's shoulders. There's no strength behind the act, but there's some part of him that wants to be close, to encourage all this, there's some part of him that wants to hold on just in case the pain gets to be too much (and clinging to Idia was, apparently, preferable to collapsing onto the ground), and the rest...
The rest he's pointedly not thinking about, thank you.]
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The shard moves. It stings. The fabric doesn't tear until Idia reaches up and pulls in tandem with the attempted cut, and that's enough. With the neckline torn into, the rest tears all too easily.
And while Idia recovers, Cater takes the moment to lightly drape his arms over Idia's shoulders. There's no strength behind the act, but there's some part of him that wants to be close, to encourage all this, there's some part of him that wants to hold on just in case the pain gets to be too much (and clinging to Idia was, apparently, preferable to collapsing onto the ground), and the rest...
The rest he's pointedly not thinking about, thank you.]