[ He pushed a yeti out of the way. That’s how this happened.
A streak of hot pink light, a shove, and a burst of something that isn’t pain flooding from where the glowing arrow hit him in the chest, right at his heart.
Tim’s momentarily frozen in primal dread, waiting for a flash of pain. His legs to give out.
Nothing.
He’s… fine? There’s a growing, warm itch that’s feels like cabin fever in physical form. An urge to find someone and burn off an overcharged social battery.
(That can’t be good.)
Tim tries to pull the arrow out, but it turns to rosy mist in his hand. Fantastic, he doesn’t even have proof of what happened after getting shot by a cherub and oh shit he’s so screwed. He sees the little shit flying up in the dome and shouts after it. ]
Honesty Arrows
A streak of hot pink light, a shove, and a burst of something that isn’t pain flooding from where the glowing arrow hit him in the chest, right at his heart.
Tim’s momentarily frozen in primal dread, waiting for a flash of pain. His legs to give out.
Nothing.
He’s… fine? There’s a growing, warm itch that’s feels like cabin fever in physical form. An urge to find someone and burn off an overcharged social battery.
(That can’t be good.)
Tim tries to pull the arrow out, but it turns to rosy mist in his hand. Fantastic, he doesn’t even have proof of what happened after getting shot by a cherub and oh shit he’s so screwed. He sees the little shit flying up in the dome and shouts after it. ]
I didn’t need your help!