Artemy forces himself to grip onto Erik's hand. Hard because he knows Erik can take it. (And what a grip he has.) Forces himself to match his breathing to Erik's, just as he did during the dance with Daniil's breathing.
It takes ten, maybe fifteen minutes for Artemy's eyes to slowly regain focus, staring into Erik's.
For the shame to seep into his gaze.
Oh how he wants to run away. But his legs feel like jam beneath him. He's aware of how many people must be staring at him.
He's never quite felt this self conscious before. At least no one at the dance had noticed his attack before, but this time-
This time many, many people saw.
"Erik, are, are you-"
Artemy's brain catches up with him. Without asking permission, with his free hand, he pulls up Erik's shirt, looking at where he had stabbed him. He knows he saw it heal over, yes. But he has to be sure. Has to make sure he's really alright. That in his panic he really saw what he saw correctly.
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It takes ten, maybe fifteen minutes for Artemy's eyes to slowly regain focus, staring into Erik's.
For the shame to seep into his gaze.
Oh how he wants to run away. But his legs feel like jam beneath him. He's aware of how many people must be staring at him.
He's never quite felt this self conscious before. At least no one at the dance had noticed his attack before, but this time-
This time many, many people saw.
"Erik, are, are you-"
Artemy's brain catches up with him. Without asking permission, with his free hand, he pulls up Erik's shirt, looking at where he had stabbed him. He knows he saw it heal over, yes. But he has to be sure. Has to make sure he's really alright. That in his panic he really saw what he saw correctly.