I find stepping away is the best course of action! Hope you find that inspiration soon pal. Sedate, Host?
(Heh. Yeah. ^^” And it was definitely a good idea to change my update schedule to every other week; at least I’m not stressed about updating like I used to be because of it. I’m hoping doing these help! <3 )
It was a clear day that smelled of newly-budded flowers. Birds singing in the trees, wind whispering through the leaves; the sun warm on the Host’s shoulders. In the distance, Egos Incorporated stood watch over the city at the top of its little hill. Sometimes when the Host took walks, he could feel the building watching him like the mother hen it was.
The old Ego reveled in the heat of the day; his coat draped over one arm and head tilted ever-slightly up to the sky. It never got overly cold in Incorporated’s territory, but it was also rare to get as hot as it was that day. It was a shame Dr. Iplier was busy for the day; the Host would have enjoyed taking the walk with his old friend.
He spoke soft narrations to himself as he cut a familiar path through the city. He never strayed far from their home when he was on his own lest someone need him, but it was still nice to get away from the noise of the office for a while.
Eyebrows arching as the words flowed, as he Saw too late, they were stopped with a hiss through clenched teeth. Had he the eyes, they would have widened, then narrowed, as he spun away from the sharp pain in his neck; he could feel the needle break and stick in his flesh, and he pulled up a hand to brush it away. He could hear it fall to the sidewalk; could feel the trickle of blood running down his neck. He could hear himself; his steps, his breaths, the swish of his coat as he threw it aside after retrieving the bat from its folds.
He couldn’t hear the other; had they moved? He opened his mouth…
His tongue fumbled the words. It felt…heavy. Twisted. Uncooperative. The narration was there, waiting to give him his Sight, but holding back. Even so close, it didn’t want to come. He swallowed; tried to lift the bat. The hollow aluminum felt like it had been filled with lead, and it rang far too loudly as it slipped from his fingers and hit the ground. Were his legs shaking? It was…hard to stay upright.
The Host took an unsteady step back as he released his aura; the ink dripping and tendrils moving just as sluggishly as his tongue.
He could hear the other stepping back, but they were calm. Even the Host’s aura was tired and of little help to his situation and faded back out almost as soon as it had appeared.
His attacker didn’t step forward again until long after the Host’s knees had buckled and head lolled lazily to the side when he was claimed by unconsciousness.