He's coming closer. Federico has to force himself to not shift away. His jaw tenses...which only further irritates the metal bit against his skin. More blood. Still, he does not take his eyes off the newcomer.
He's armed. Two swords, both of which could cut him apart with ease. The man wields them with ease, like extensions of his being.
And he leaves one behind in his approach. Federico blinks.
The man makes a show of it too. He doesn't look...pleased to leave a weapon behind but...but. He makes it very obvious what he's doing. Like Federico is some...cornered beast, tensed to spook at a moment's notice. ........which isn't far off, unfortunately. His heartrate has been way too high for much too long.
The man states he's keeping one. That's...it's clear this man is battle hardened, and weary of missteps. Federico...does understand. He still can't help the panic clawing at his throat whenever he looks at the katana too long and cannot defend himself. His own scythe had clattered into the world somewhere behind him, too far to be useful, and he can't even wield it in such a state....
The man crouches down. Makes eye contact. Continues to be very clear what he's doing. Federico watches, his unsteady breathing easing just slightly. He knows this man is capable of killing him if he ever feels like it. But he doesn't now. And he wouldn't be moving this deliberately if he was planning on it. Why go through the trouble?
And then-
An Executor???? Him???
Federico's face does something strange. He almost looks...offended? But the name is correct. How...how does he know it? Why? Offense gives way to confusion, surprise. He....how does he...well. A small shake of the head, then a very confused nod. Then a wince when the motion pulls a muscle he wasn't expecting, and a stilted, quiet groan.
He's still scared. He's still in danger. But...this person's actions and movements aren't setting off any immediate alarms. He seems to know him...how?? Only Arturia really refers to him by name instead of title...
Despite himself, the adrenaline starts to ebb away, and his eyelids flutter for a second. He yanks his awareness back to the waking world by sheer will, only to see-
Flowers??? Federico stares, transfixed, as bright blue flowers blossom right out of this sarkaz's shoulder, before his very eyes. Is this a form of Arts...? Or is he concussed and hallucinating...the small fragile petals are a juxtaposition to this man's gruff tone. Beautiful...
(Perhaps this is a good thing to be happening, because the surprise and apparent wonder actually win out over the pain and fear in Federico's overly tired brain. Yeah he's not sure if it's real or not, but you sure don't see flowers growing from people every day. It doesn't even have the telltale veins of the seaborn. It looks organic. Confused gargoyle noises.)
((...I was going to make a connection to the flower from the monastery, then remembered the AU LMAO. Still. Let Fedi still like flowers. Or at least be fascinated by them.))
HAHA um you mean the horns I was BORN WITH?? Rude /jk jk (MRAAAAH)
He's armed. Two swords, both of which could cut him apart with ease. The man wields them with ease, like extensions of his being.
And he leaves one behind in his approach. Federico blinks.
The man makes a show of it too. He doesn't look...pleased to leave a weapon behind but...but. He makes it very obvious what he's doing. Like Federico is some...cornered beast, tensed to spook at a moment's notice. ........which isn't far off, unfortunately. His heartrate has been way too high for much too long.
The man states he's keeping one. That's...it's clear this man is battle hardened, and weary of missteps. Federico...does understand. He still can't help the panic clawing at his throat whenever he looks at the katana too long and cannot defend himself. His own scythe had clattered into the world somewhere behind him, too far to be useful, and he can't even wield it in such a state....
The man crouches down. Makes eye contact. Continues to be very clear what he's doing. Federico watches, his unsteady breathing easing just slightly. He knows this man is capable of killing him if he ever feels like it. But he doesn't now. And he wouldn't be moving this deliberately if he was planning on it. Why go through the trouble?
And then-
An Executor???? Him???
Federico's face does something strange. He almost looks...offended? But the name is correct. How...how does he know it? Why? Offense gives way to confusion, surprise. He....how does he...well. A small shake of the head, then a very confused nod. Then a wince when the motion pulls a muscle he wasn't expecting, and a stilted, quiet groan.
He's still scared. He's still in danger. But...this person's actions and movements aren't setting off any immediate alarms. He seems to know him...how?? Only Arturia really refers to him by name instead of title...
Despite himself, the adrenaline starts to ebb away, and his eyelids flutter for a second. He yanks his awareness back to the waking world by sheer will, only to see-
Flowers??? Federico stares, transfixed, as bright blue flowers blossom right out of this sarkaz's shoulder, before his very eyes. Is this a form of Arts...? Or is he concussed and hallucinating...the small fragile petals are a juxtaposition to this man's gruff tone. Beautiful...
(Perhaps this is a good thing to be happening, because the surprise and apparent wonder actually win out over the pain and fear in Federico's overly tired brain. Yeah he's not sure if it's real or not, but you sure don't see flowers growing from people every day. It doesn't even have the telltale veins of the seaborn. It looks organic. Confused gargoyle noises.)
((...I was going to make a connection to the flower from the monastery, then remembered the AU LMAO. Still. Let Fedi still like flowers. Or at least be fascinated by them.))