[ The words come out as a choked rasp, voice already raw from the burn of the pollen in his lungs, his throat. He's dizzy and now it might be the vines keeping him upright, although the added sting of thorns as they sink deeper into his flesh is more a distant annoyance now in light of everything else washing through his body. The way his skin crawls, the way the vines have... changed? Goddess, he hopes he's imagining that.
But then all those places the thorns pierce his skin start.... pulsating and something begins to spread outward from where blood trickles along his skin, as if something is leaking out of the punctures themselves. Out of him? It spreads, like some fast-growing sort of mold, and he finds himself twisting, struggling, as if getting away from it might slow it. It doesn't, and he can't go anywhere anyway.
He barely even notices when the vines start to spread out towards Steve, start dragging him towards the other man. ]
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[ The words come out as a choked rasp, voice already raw from the burn of the pollen in his lungs, his throat. He's dizzy and now it might be the vines keeping him upright, although the added sting of thorns as they sink deeper into his flesh is more a distant annoyance now in light of everything else washing through his body. The way his skin crawls, the way the vines have... changed? Goddess, he hopes he's imagining that.
But then all those places the thorns pierce his skin start.... pulsating and something begins to spread outward from where blood trickles along his skin, as if something is leaking out of the punctures themselves. Out of him? It spreads, like some fast-growing sort of mold, and he finds himself twisting, struggling, as if getting away from it might slow it. It doesn't, and he can't go anywhere anyway.
He barely even notices when the vines start to spread out towards Steve, start dragging him towards the other man. ]