(that meme of the entire face caving in upon licking a lemon. Federico.)
The returned flat look startles the smallest huff of amusement out of Flamebringer- This gargoyle was more sassy then the Executor he knew it seemed.
But he didn't like the way the sarkaz before him seemed to be struggling to stay awake- He needed to move things along. If he was losing too much blood they could be in big trouble.
Another nod, confirming just the name, followed by another sign of pain. His mouth is a grim line. He tries to relax his expression- he needs to remember not to stress this guy out before he gets more answers. "Okay then, Federico."
It felt weird- Wrong even- to say that.
The story about the flowers would have to wait for another day... if at all. Flamebringer wasn't exactly in the mood to explain it. Angel face- uh, normal Angel face, had already been there for the whole disaster- and then somehow the slippery gambler had gotten the story out of him- if clipped and cut down. Not that there was much to tell.
He stills at the signs of panic, the rapid rising and falling of the gargoyle's chest and the way his eyes widened along with his tail freezing- Not good-
He exhales through his noise when he relaxes, relieved. He couldn't blame the other for being so jumpy. It only made sense. It was the fate of many sarkaz to face unkind hands, and he's sure from this interaction that "Horn" face had faced many. But he wouldn't find any here. Not without good reason.
This strange Federico doesn't nod when his hand starts moving again, but he allows it, he sees the way he scans Flamebringer's hand, maybe looking for a sign of another hidden weapon, claws, or just intent. Flamebringer doesn't take offense, just continues slowly forward. He gently pulls aside the longer strands of hair from the gargoyle's cheek, tucking it behind his ear so it'll be out of the way.
He sees the way "Horn" face is holding still, not unlike the statue state sometimes thrown at the gargoyle race as an endearment or insult. Federico is probably scared out of his mind. Its a heavy request- asking a sarkaz like him to expose their weaknesses and vulnerabilities readily. And Flamebringer knows he's cuts an imposing figure. That's often his intent. But for once he doesn't mean any harm.
The only thing he wants is to know what on Terra is going on.
He hooks one finger underneath the metal linking, pulling it gently away from Federico's skin- he feels the coolness of the other's face and he hopes its natural and not from bloodloss- Carefully keeping an eye out for the hair coming loose and getting in his way again.
Then he lights in his palm the tiniest little flame. It starts off orange, but he pushes.
The warm light is enveloped in a blue, the heat of the tiny flame at least doubling in intensity, even as its size stays the same. He feels the metal against his finger begin to bend- but its not enough.
It was made for beasts after all. Wild things. Things meant to be controlled and corralled.
His gaze grows more intense as he pours one last surge into the fire- For a brief minute, the flame is bright white, illuminating the side of "Horn" face's face and also Flamebringer's own expression in a bright- strange and ghostly glow.
And in one quick movement he pulls his finger sharply and there's a satisfying snap as metal breaks and the strap and bit go flying.
Flamebringer can't help it- He grins. An expression often saved for the bloody battlefield and few other instances. But it always brought him immense joy to ruin the days of the kinds of individuals who would do something like that.
He pants a little bit as he scoots back, giving Federico some room. He'd like to pull out his knife and finish the rest of the bindings, but for now he wanted to give "Horn" face some room to breathe.
Expression of: see what i mean
The returned flat look startles the smallest huff of amusement out of Flamebringer- This gargoyle was more sassy then the Executor he knew it seemed.
But he didn't like the way the sarkaz before him seemed to be struggling to stay awake- He needed to move things along. If he was losing too much blood they could be in big trouble.
Another nod, confirming just the name, followed by another sign of pain. His mouth is a grim line. He tries to relax his expression- he needs to remember not to stress this guy out before he gets more answers. "Okay then, Federico."
It felt weird- Wrong even- to say that.
The story about the flowers would have to wait for another day... if at all. Flamebringer wasn't exactly in the mood to explain it. Angel face- uh, normal Angel face, had already been there for the whole disaster- and then somehow the slippery gambler had gotten the story out of him- if clipped and cut down. Not that there was much to tell.
He stills at the signs of panic, the rapid rising and falling of the gargoyle's chest and the way his eyes widened along with his tail freezing- Not good-
He exhales through his noise when he relaxes, relieved. He couldn't blame the other for being so jumpy. It only made sense. It was the fate of many sarkaz to face unkind hands, and he's sure from this interaction that "Horn" face had faced many. But he wouldn't find any here. Not without good reason.
This strange Federico doesn't nod when his hand starts moving again, but he allows it, he sees the way he scans Flamebringer's hand, maybe looking for a sign of another hidden weapon, claws, or just intent. Flamebringer doesn't take offense, just continues slowly forward. He gently pulls aside the longer strands of hair from the gargoyle's cheek, tucking it behind his ear so it'll be out of the way.
He sees the way "Horn" face is holding still, not unlike the statue state sometimes thrown at the gargoyle race as an endearment or insult. Federico is probably scared out of his mind. Its a heavy request- asking a sarkaz like him to expose their weaknesses and vulnerabilities readily. And Flamebringer knows he's cuts an imposing figure. That's often his intent. But for once he doesn't mean any harm.
The only thing he wants is to know what on Terra is going on.
He hooks one finger underneath the metal linking, pulling it gently away from Federico's skin- he feels the coolness of the other's face and he hopes its natural and not from bloodloss- Carefully keeping an eye out for the hair coming loose and getting in his way again.
Then he lights in his palm the tiniest little flame. It starts off orange, but he pushes.
The warm light is enveloped in a blue, the heat of the tiny flame at least doubling in intensity, even as its size stays the same. He feels the metal against his finger begin to bend- but its not enough.
It was made for beasts after all. Wild things. Things meant to be controlled and corralled.
His gaze grows more intense as he pours one last surge into the fire- For a brief minute, the flame is bright white, illuminating the side of "Horn" face's face and also Flamebringer's own expression in a bright- strange and ghostly glow.
And in one quick movement he pulls his finger sharply and there's a satisfying snap as metal breaks and the strap and bit go flying.
Flamebringer can't help it- He grins. An expression often saved for the bloody battlefield and few other instances. But it always brought him immense joy to ruin the days of the kinds of individuals who would do something like that.
He pants a little bit as he scoots back, giving Federico some room. He'd like to pull out his knife and finish the rest of the bindings, but for now he wanted to give "Horn" face some room to breathe.