[Fuck the Fog, honestly. Fuck whoever has done this to him. It isn't just about the change, it's about...retraumatizing, all over again.
Over, and over, and over again.
After a minute of silent observation, as Adrian notes that Rosso...isn't calming down, he moves to his feet again. He's already talking as he approaches, because he knows what Rosso is going to say. What he must be thinking, irrationally.]
I'm gonna be okay...a'ight? Fire...can't hurt me anymore.
[He says that lowly as his steps meander closer, until he's just a foot away. He can feel the heat radiating off Rosso in waves, so intense that it's warping the air around him, but it's not enough to make him shy away. He thinks if he tried to touch him right now, his feathers would likely burn away to nothing...so he doesn't. Instead, he hunkers down as close as he dares, able to look better at Rosso's face by staring at his distorted reflction in the water.]
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Over, and over, and over again.
After a minute of silent observation, as Adrian notes that Rosso...isn't calming down, he moves to his feet again. He's already talking as he approaches, because he knows what Rosso is going to say. What he must be thinking, irrationally.]
I'm gonna be okay...a'ight? Fire...can't hurt me anymore.
[He says that lowly as his steps meander closer, until he's just a foot away. He can feel the heat radiating off Rosso in waves, so intense that it's warping the air around him, but it's not enough to make him shy away. He thinks if he tried to touch him right now, his feathers would likely burn away to nothing...so he doesn't. Instead, he hunkers down as close as he dares, able to look better at Rosso's face by staring at his distorted reflction in the water.]