[ the angel doesn't stop, shifting forward, fingers beginning to curl as if to close around phillip. but jitter is moving now, too, pushing the hand on his throat away with a small cough. the submissive line on his throat glows white-hot for a moment, filled with the same sort of holy fire, before it fades to the same dull black it started as. ]
Stop, [ he orders, voice barely above a hoarse whisper. immediately, the angel stills, frozen in place for a moment before it eases back once more and its arm lowers. distant thunder claps again, and its wings flicker and disappear with the scent of ozone in the air.
jitter rubs his throat with one hand, the other resting against the angel's arm as if to keep it tethered there, and his dark eyes drop to phillip's feet, politely submissive. ] I apologize. They only obey me. You weren't harmed, were you?
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Stop, [ he orders, voice barely above a hoarse whisper. immediately, the angel stills, frozen in place for a moment before it eases back once more and its arm lowers. distant thunder claps again, and its wings flicker and disappear with the scent of ozone in the air.
jitter rubs his throat with one hand, the other resting against the angel's arm as if to keep it tethered there, and his dark eyes drop to phillip's feet, politely submissive. ] I apologize. They only obey me. You weren't harmed, were you?