[He doesn't notice it happening. His eyes are squeezed shut, intent on resting his head on her shoulder and only pulling away when he hears her whimpering-he's hurting her.
Dammit, can't he do anything? He knows this, he can't save anyone on his own, he knows this! But he can't sit here and do nothing. He wants to help her. He doesn't want to stand by and helplessly watch her suffer if he can do something about it.
If he was paying attention, and not so focused on that one single thought, maybe he'd notice the burning on his face. Bright red, and if it wasn't shining like light one could easily assume that he'd gotten some of her blood on his face.
But even then, it wouldn't explain why it's in such a stylized pattern-unsymmetrical, jagged, like a face superimposed on his own...Reira might recognize it, from seeing Yuusei's bare arms at one point before his transformation really started affecting his limbs. The Crimson Dragon's mark...
It glows, burns, and fades to nothing, leaving no indicator that it was ever there. The only splotch of red anywhere on his face is on one side of his head, the mane and horns slicked with her blood. He must have rested it a little too much on her back at one point...]
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Dammit, can't he do anything? He knows this, he can't save anyone on his own, he knows this! But he can't sit here and do nothing. He wants to help her. He doesn't want to stand by and helplessly watch her suffer if he can do something about it.
If he was paying attention, and not so focused on that one single thought, maybe he'd notice the burning on his face. Bright red, and if it wasn't shining like light one could easily assume that he'd gotten some of her blood on his face.
But even then, it wouldn't explain why it's in such a stylized pattern-unsymmetrical, jagged, like a face superimposed on his own...Reira might recognize it, from seeing Yuusei's bare arms at one point before his transformation really started affecting his limbs. The Crimson Dragon's mark...
It glows, burns, and fades to nothing, leaving no indicator that it was ever there. The only splotch of red anywhere on his face is on one side of his head, the mane and horns slicked with her blood. He must have rested it a little too much on her back at one point...]