—It does. [ nightingale admits after a moment. it gives him something else to try and focus on than the burning need inside of him. the dad arm across his chest, on the other hand, doesn't help at all. nightingale stops himself from leaning into it with some effort. it's barely a touch, but right now, even 'barely' is tempting.
but frank draws his weapon and nightingale forces himself to stand straight, to distribute his weight evenly, to ignore the way he's still hard and desperate for any kind of touch, be it at his own hand or that of someone else. he doesn't think of dead puppies, but he thinks of necessity and of responsibility and duty. it doesn't help with the need, but it helps him focus. ]
The gun will not be necessary. [ he tells frank, tone firmer now. if (when) the beast comes, nightingale will be ready. he says a few words in latin, holding a hand out in front of him and a shield spell takes shape around them, invisible safe for how the air seems to break a little oddly. ]
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but frank draws his weapon and nightingale forces himself to stand straight, to distribute his weight evenly, to ignore the way he's still hard and desperate for any kind of touch, be it at his own hand or that of someone else. he doesn't think of dead puppies, but he thinks of necessity and of responsibility and duty. it doesn't help with the need, but it helps him focus. ]
The gun will not be necessary. [ he tells frank, tone firmer now. if (when) the beast comes, nightingale will be ready. he says a few words in latin, holding a hand out in front of him and a shield spell takes shape around them, invisible safe for how the air seems to break a little oddly. ]