Childe's chest begins to heave up and down a little heavier, when he feels that presence tug at him, comforting him and both hurting him in a way he can't quite explain. It's like it's touching his soul, far beyond the boundaries of the mortal realm, and he feels a fear begin to form in him. He doesn't know what Scaramouche is doing to him, but what he does know is that this can really only be something a god can do, which puts him in an even more precarious position than he thought.
"....."
He looks up into the menacing face of Scaramouche, staying silent, but this power that permeates his very being is becoming overwhelming. Like he has no control over what happens to him, and his entire conscious lies bare to the other with no protection.
Like he can feel the other's fingers around his heart.
"You're toying with me again," he says between gritted teeth, "just say what you want, and stop beating around the bush. You know I hate it when any of the Harbingers do that."
omg no you have to tell me what he's doing with his powers, i can't decide that for you lol
"....."
He looks up into the menacing face of Scaramouche, staying silent, but this power that permeates his very being is becoming overwhelming. Like he has no control over what happens to him, and his entire conscious lies bare to the other with no protection.
Like he can feel the other's fingers around his heart.
"You're toying with me again," he says between gritted teeth, "just say what you want, and stop beating around the bush. You know I hate it when any of the Harbingers do that."