[ this twists falco's heart and makes it race faster— the sea-boy had already been through enough hunting, he shouldn't have had to in the first place. falco had an innate gift to put himself in other's position, and this one hurts.
they were both considered monsters. falco was used as a weapon, as battle fodder. luca was despised and feared enough to be hunted. he wanted to wish this all away from him. he wanted to take him so far away from this repeating horror.]
Luuuuca, [ the titan groans, keeping his massive hand over him for added protection. one bullet hits the armor and barely deflects, chips his scaling. it was impossible, but— the game needed an upper hand. from the nape of the titan's neck bursts steam, a lot of it, and from pulsing fibers of flesh came falco, the real falco, connected to it from the spine to the face, limbs and more. it was the only way he could speak better, and show him: ] Luca! Luca, I'm fine—! We'll be fine! I'm here!
[ but they had to get out. van pelt had terrifying aim, and he was worried to death of luca getting hit, too. he didn't have a second body to protect him, and— the bullets are shooting up green stains of vileblood on golden feathers. ]
Lay low, I'm going to run!
[ it was too much a risk to fly; he had to create distance. ]
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they were both considered monsters. falco was used as a weapon, as battle fodder. luca was despised and feared enough to be hunted. he wanted to wish this all away from him. he wanted to take him so far away from this repeating horror.]
Luuuuca, [ the titan groans, keeping his massive hand over him for added protection. one bullet hits the armor and barely deflects, chips his scaling. it was impossible, but— the game needed an upper hand. from the nape of the titan's neck bursts steam, a lot of it, and from pulsing fibers of flesh came falco, the real falco, connected to it from the spine to the face, limbs and more. it was the only way he could speak better, and show him: ] Luca! Luca, I'm fine—! We'll be fine! I'm here!
[ but they had to get out. van pelt had terrifying aim, and he was worried to death of luca getting hit, too. he didn't have a second body to protect him, and— the bullets are shooting up green stains of vileblood on golden feathers. ]
Lay low, I'm going to run!
[ it was too much a risk to fly; he had to create distance. ]