[private] the shadowy corners of me

[Nemeon]

The autopilot and shock only last long enough for the effect of his presence to start affecting his company. Nemeon watches in horror as a thin trickle of blood begins to drip from Link’s nose. While there is probably any number of things that could have caused it, the most obvious one is the likely source. That had been where contact had been made, after all. And Nemeon had been slow and stupid and shocked enough not to move away fast enough.

His own stomach twists when Link tries to laugh off the queasiness he must be feeling and Nemeon finally successfully angles himself enough to take another step backwards, now squeezing his wings tightly against his side so that he takes up as little room as possible.

With space between them, Link’s smile seems to brighten but Nemeon’s remains absent. He is still staring at the blood, still horrified and yet still somehow not running away as he should. “Cursed is a good word for it.” He mutters and is about to answer the stone question - or come up with a reason to flee further despite the insistence that Link doesn’t bite - when the lavender stallion surprises him by vomiting.

Fear grips him and Nemeon barely feels like he’s breathing as he pushes back further, snapping a few branches in his insistence for them to let him pass.

Did he know any healers he could send over? Perhaps if he found Anaise he could wish her the ability to help Link.

Since he does not know where she is at this exact moment, Nemeon hopes all this could-have-been-a-friend needs is more and more space.

“You… you’ll feel better if you stay away from me.” His voice is quiet and strained with his guilt.

NEMEON

@Link