[open] The Sweet Sting || Elio ||

[elio]

elio

some say I should learn to cry but I only learned how to fight
and I know everything must die but nothing fades like the light

Celina had called Elio a coward and now, invisible and panting in front of her, it is all he can think about. Is he a coward for running from a pair sure to physically overpower him? Would Lepis be ashamed of him for being invisible? The golden man curses himself for allowing an insult from Celina, of all his family, to cut him so deeply.

No, he thinks firmly, I am not a coward.

But she is.

"Coward, Celina?" Lio chirps without becoming visible. "Cowardly like being unable to make a decision your cursed father disapproves of?" He wants to say more - more that he knows he'll regret - but the slamming body of Wolfbane cuts him off. Elio barely hears him before there are teeth in his neck and claws in his back.

The fall that follows the collision knocks the wind from Lio's chest. He gasps, mouth open, magic falling. His stormy eyes cast wildly over the pair crowding him. He can't make much sense of their bodies and their blows, and the lack of control and fear causes his breath to hitch in panic.

Adrenaline is nearly all that the golden stallion has left to lean into, and his pride gets the best of him. He does a minimal amount of healing, instead channeling his emotion magic into making himself calm.

If they are to hurt him - to kill him, even - they will not have the satisfaction of his fear.

@[Celina] @[Wolfbane]