[His hands touch over the other man's shoulders. Drifting closer to Casper's throat as the blunt force injury had Childe reeling.
His hand finds Casper's neck, gently gripping, the Harbinger clinging to him like a lifeline. One that he did very much want dead, but a lifeline nonetheless.
The shorter man holding him up stiffens for a moment, before speaking, voice forceful.
There is a weight in the command, a firmness in the other's voice.... It leans on his mind, crushes his fury underheel, his mental state allowing this power to seep in through the cracks and take hold.
His grip on Casper's throat was weak as it was, with Childe's fading consciousness. The command is just enough for him to loosen his fingers, hand sliding down to rest at Casper's collarbone.
The Harbinger falls entirely limp, finally falling unconscious. Blood seeps from his head, soaking his hair. It's not the worst he's been through, but he was still human. Mostly.]
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His hand finds Casper's neck, gently gripping, the Harbinger clinging to him like a lifeline. One that he did very much want dead, but a lifeline nonetheless.
The shorter man holding him up stiffens for a moment, before speaking, voice forceful.
There is a weight in the command, a firmness in the other's voice.... It leans on his mind, crushes his fury underheel, his mental state allowing this power to seep in through the cracks and take hold.
His grip on Casper's throat was weak as it was, with Childe's fading consciousness. The command is just enough for him to loosen his fingers, hand sliding down to rest at Casper's collarbone.
The Harbinger falls entirely limp, finally falling unconscious. Blood seeps from his head, soaking his hair. It's not the worst he's been through, but he was still human. Mostly.]