Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-28412230-20170705195629

Usakii wrote: Elijah's facade quickly crumbled at the sound of Jeong's voice. He gently forced the man to lie down on the riverbank, leaning him against the bridge's wall as he slowly peeled his hands away from his neck, setting them on his lap as he stopped to apply the near mucus-like sap onto the arms of his companion; desperately trying to regain his composure by stopping his hand from shaking violently, only to fail. Miserably.

"J-Jeo. Stay- Stay still. You're going to hurt yourself- Oh god"

The absolute horror and dread on his face was a far cry from the calm and composed way he held himself. With his hand, his voice started trembling and the glassy look in his eye quickly turned into tears that brimmed near his corneas. Hearing the desperate note in the other's voice, he ran a reassuring hand through his peach coloured hair.

"Hey- You're- You're going to be alright. Just... Hold on." ''The Korean blinked his grayish turquoise eyes, hissing once the sap dug into his burns. He attempted to breathe slowly, knowing that if he had a panic attack right here and now won't help the group. As another gunshot echoed throughout the forest, and with the disappearance of Jeydon, he furrowed his brows sadly, assuming the worst.''

''"T-Thank you." Jeong spoke, his voice now suspiciously calmer than it was a solid two minutes ago. He glanced over to both Everett and Elijah greatfully, to where the German handed the gauze to the Mexican.''

"Just keep it slow, comrade."