( the visual startles him, something mutually shared — the image of a severed limb enough to put a shake into his hands, blood dripping down from an opened wound over his eye. it's equally as shocking to see it so clearly etched on mingyu's skin — what has always defined him, a lightning bolt cut over the corner of his eye.
he shakes and takes a step back. it doesn't seem like he's going to attack any further, but harry has no reason to believe that. the look in his eyes is wild and feral, a hand gripped on his cut arm that still clutches his wand, ever at the ready. )
Stay away from me!
( he's panting, one eye glued shut with blood. his brows knit together, like even a small movement from mingyu would rip a snarl from him. he doesn't cry, though, or otherwise show pain. it's greeted like an old friend — sometimes harry is more comfortable covered in bruises and blood, than he is cozily nested up somewhere. pain is more familiar than safety. )
Learn your magic before you experiment on me, amateur.
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he shakes and takes a step back. it doesn't seem like he's going to attack any further, but harry has no reason to believe that. the look in his eyes is wild and feral, a hand gripped on his cut arm that still clutches his wand, ever at the ready. )
Stay away from me!
( he's panting, one eye glued shut with blood. his brows knit together, like even a small movement from mingyu would rip a snarl from him. he doesn't cry, though, or otherwise show pain. it's greeted like an old friend — sometimes harry is more comfortable covered in bruises and blood, than he is cozily nested up somewhere. pain is more familiar than safety. )
Learn your magic before you experiment on me, amateur.
( and then he'll walk away. )