"Hey," An arm shovels under his shoulders, abrupt and bracing. Strange is tall, Cedric's strong. "Up now – we're –"
Almost there. Green swallows the sound. They aren't close, not really, the rift's fucking big. He's been on demon duty until now, but the thing in his hand’s been throbbing fit to tear from his skin; out of step with his own pulse. Discordant. Magic.
But the rift's fucking big, and Strange is staggered, and he can't put it off any longer. Cedric wraps his hand around the doctor's own, Anchor over flesh. Don't need to be this close. Don't want a spirit swooping on a prone back, either. Gwen would never forgive him.
rift;
Almost there. Green swallows the sound. They aren't close, not really, the rift's fucking big. He's been on demon duty until now, but the thing in his hand’s been throbbing fit to tear from his skin; out of step with his own pulse. Discordant. Magic.
But the rift's fucking big, and Strange is staggered, and he can't put it off any longer. Cedric wraps his hand around the doctor's own, Anchor over flesh. Don't need to be this close. Don't want a spirit swooping on a prone back, either. Gwen would never forgive him.