Slowly, Mirage fell back into the rhythm that he had been jostled out of once more. Tracks did the same, hand growing more steady and the marks more sure.
The hand resting on Cliffjumper's helm found a rhythm of it's own as well, long fingers slowly furling and uncurling gently against red armor, never squeezing painfully no matter how much tension seemed to pass through the priest's increasingly tense and shuddering frame.
The humming continued unabated, developing deeper reverberations the longer it went on, before culminating and starting again in a never-ending loop of song.
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Date: 2014-03-08 11:28 pm (UTC)The hand resting on Cliffjumper's helm found a rhythm of it's own as well, long fingers slowly furling and uncurling gently against red armor, never squeezing painfully no matter how much tension seemed to pass through the priest's increasingly tense and shuddering frame.
The humming continued unabated, developing deeper reverberations the longer it went on, before culminating and starting again in a never-ending loop of song.