RANDOM HIGH-STAKES, DISASTER-BASED ACTION PROMPTS.
@melniibone : SENDER carries RECEIVER when they can no longer walk. ( reverse )
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀he carries the man with an awkward sort of reverence in his eyes. elric leans heavily upon siegfried's shoulder. not that the weight affects him, not that he even feels it. it is the silence that hangs between them that unsettles him ( filled only with the albino's occasional grunts and siegfried's awkward accompanying hums ) . this man isn't what he'd call a friend. and yet, somehow, siegfried dearly hopes he is alright after his magic trick.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ i've never seen anything like that before. ” he compliments a bit uncertainly. what else is he to say ? what is there to say ? the other has conjured up a tempest, out of the very air around them. siegfried is only familiar with alberich's magic. he knows the dwarf is powerful. but even he can not control the weather.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ but . . . personally, ” he starts anew when they've arrived where siegfried has steered them. slowly and carefully he pulls elric's arm from around his shoulders before maneuvering the man down upon a tree stump. it doesn't go as gently as siegfried would have hoped and elric lands on his behind with a dull thud.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀to gloss over his mistake the dragonslayer lets out a forced chuckle. “ —i would have preferred a gentle rain. ” he finishes his sentence finally. for a moment he only stares down at elric's limp form where a head of platinum hair leans against his belly. siegfried holds him upright by his shoulders, but in order to escape the awkward position he opts to crouch before the exhausted melnibonéan.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀curtains of white hair hang in front of the warrior's eyes. and siegfried knows not what to do with one who is still barely there. perhaps he should be checking if his eyes are still in focus, check if his skin has gone as cold as that of a corpse. the thought puts a sinking feeling in his stomach. he should call to alberich for help. and if he can offer nothing else by himself, then he at least should offer comfort. or something . . . a piece of his mind, or soul, if that is what he must give to keep the other interested and awake.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀“ . . . do you like the rain ? ” he asks softly, seeming unlike his usual self, even when it is the opposite case. though surely different from the way they've spoken to each other before. “ i like it because when it rains there aren't as many people around. ”