[Kratos exhales again, and nods against Yuan's shoulder. Just as well he never actually turned his voice back on; but now he makes sure his pain is turned off as well, useless though it will probably end up being. Mana registers on a whole other level than merely physical, and he's more sensitive to that than most.
[He makes sure to breathe, his face turned into Yuan's shoulder, hands gripping Yuan's tunic to avoid the risk of lashing out. The seal inherent in him hadn't responded to Yuan, but that was Yuan; but now it doesn't react to Raine either, and that's unexpected. Kratos's brow furrows, but he keeps that fact to himself, for now, so as not to distract either of them.
[Perhaps it's simply that the seal is used to influxes of mana. It doesn't see them as threatening to his life.
[Raine probes gently, but it still makes Kratos's breath stop. It takes him a moment to get it started again, to focus on it, to force himself to relax again. He doesn't quite manage it completely, but it's enough; and when Yuan's familiar spark joins Raine's, that makes it easier to not be quite so tense. Even still, his shoulders are hunched, and his fingers grip Yuan's shirt harder than needed.
[He tenses again at that semi-manifested arte, and this time there's pain on it, but only a sting, trickling. Different from the seal. Still not lethal. The soothing warmth of the healing semi-arte takes away the edge of Yuan's lightning feel.
[Then they push, and mana flares, and pain. Kratos bows violently into Yuan, his hands clenching on Yuan's back and body bucking to try and remove the source of that agonising mana. He screams soundlessly into Yuan's shoulder; mentally into Yuan's mind, and no one else's. Between his shoulder-blades blue light spurts, fragmented, sharpening to hard petals before shattering. It isn't his wings at full size, even passively -- it isn't even his wings stable -- but for a moment, they flare.]
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[He makes sure to breathe, his face turned into Yuan's shoulder, hands gripping Yuan's tunic to avoid the risk of lashing out. The seal inherent in him hadn't responded to Yuan, but that was Yuan; but now it doesn't react to Raine either, and that's unexpected. Kratos's brow furrows, but he keeps that fact to himself, for now, so as not to distract either of them.
[Perhaps it's simply that the seal is used to influxes of mana. It doesn't see them as threatening to his life.
[Raine probes gently, but it still makes Kratos's breath stop. It takes him a moment to get it started again, to focus on it, to force himself to relax again. He doesn't quite manage it completely, but it's enough; and when Yuan's familiar spark joins Raine's, that makes it easier to not be quite so tense. Even still, his shoulders are hunched, and his fingers grip Yuan's shirt harder than needed.
[He tenses again at that semi-manifested arte, and this time there's pain on it, but only a sting, trickling. Different from the seal. Still not lethal. The soothing warmth of the healing semi-arte takes away the edge of Yuan's lightning feel.
[Then they push, and mana flares, and pain. Kratos bows violently into Yuan, his hands clenching on Yuan's back and body bucking to try and remove the source of that agonising mana. He screams soundlessly into Yuan's shoulder; mentally into Yuan's mind, and no one else's. Between his shoulder-blades blue light spurts, fragmented, sharpening to hard petals before shattering. It isn't his wings at full size, even passively -- it isn't even his wings stable -- but for a moment, they flare.]