(It feels ironic. There had been a time in his life where just watching had been the greatest pleasure he could think of. Back when he was accompanying Full Frontal onto the battlefields and watched him reign supreme, wholly undefeated, never having to fire so much as a single shot... Back then, he felt more safe and clean than he ever had in his whole life. That had been what trust is all about.)
Despite the value of being entrusted with the safekeeping of Hickey's core essence, Angelo itches to be out there with him and do something - anything, even if it's just pushing this fool away from a God that does not want him. Knowledge is irrelevant in the face of a lifetime of instinct. It does not feel like Hickey is tucked safely away in his pocket when his human shape goes flying. Angelo thinks his heart might stop in that split second, and maybe that pause in beating just makes it more easy to feel the case in his clothes dent itself without any outer input. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-- Angelo yells something indistinct, but in the time it takes him to try and take out his gun and try to aim on the unsteady boat, Tozer has already taken the shot.
For a moment, Angelo can glimpse what it is that Hickey saw in the man - the swiftness to act, the reliable strength. Without any hesitation, Tozer is shooting at the beast and bodily dragging Hickey the last steps of the way to safety. Angelo, unused to being on a boat, can only cling to the sides of it as the blast shakes it and they take off. Left and right of him, the remaining men take up oars. He can hear Hodgson counting a rhythm to follow and the boat steadies itself slightly as it makes its grand escape from the ice floe island that is no longer.
Once he no longer feels like he's going to be thrown overboard if he releases his iron grip on the side of the boat, Angelo gets on his hands and knees and scrambles over to Hickey's side. It is the least dignified display he's given since arriving here, but it's better than risking falling over and joining Hoar in the icy depths. ]
Tozer! Get me the medical crate!! It's the one next to De Veoux!!
[ A barked command, with the dual purpose of creating a moment of relative privacy. Then, to Hickey, only marginally kinder: ] Let me remove the upper layer for a moment, I need to see how deep that goes!
[ That he doesn't get right to removing the coat and observing the damage is not owed to any amount of modesty or respect for Hickey's consent to the matter, it's just that he's making use of the moment Tozer has his back turned to remove the case from his coat pocket. The cover is only lightly dented, which gives Angelo a faint sense of relief. ]
no subject
(It feels ironic. There had been a time in his life where just watching had been the greatest pleasure he could think of. Back when he was accompanying Full Frontal onto the battlefields and watched him reign supreme, wholly undefeated, never having to fire so much as a single shot... Back then, he felt more safe and clean than he ever had in his whole life. That had been what trust is all about.)
Despite the value of being entrusted with the safekeeping of Hickey's core essence, Angelo itches to be out there with him and do something - anything, even if it's just pushing this fool away from a God that does not want him. Knowledge is irrelevant in the face of a lifetime of instinct. It does not feel like Hickey is tucked safely away in his pocket when his human shape goes flying. Angelo thinks his heart might stop in that split second, and maybe that pause in beating just makes it more easy to feel the case in his clothes dent itself without any outer input. Fuckfuckfuckfuck-- Angelo yells something indistinct, but in the time it takes him to try and take out his gun and try to aim on the unsteady boat, Tozer has already taken the shot.
For a moment, Angelo can glimpse what it is that Hickey saw in the man - the swiftness to act, the reliable strength. Without any hesitation, Tozer is shooting at the beast and bodily dragging Hickey the last steps of the way to safety. Angelo, unused to being on a boat, can only cling to the sides of it as the blast shakes it and they take off. Left and right of him, the remaining men take up oars. He can hear Hodgson counting a rhythm to follow and the boat steadies itself slightly as it makes its grand escape from the ice floe island that is no longer.
Once he no longer feels like he's going to be thrown overboard if he releases his iron grip on the side of the boat, Angelo gets on his hands and knees and scrambles over to Hickey's side. It is the least dignified display he's given since arriving here, but it's better than risking falling over and joining Hoar in the icy depths. ]
Tozer! Get me the medical crate!! It's the one next to De Veoux!!
[ A barked command, with the dual purpose of creating a moment of relative privacy. Then, to Hickey, only marginally kinder: ] Let me remove the upper layer for a moment, I need to see how deep that goes!
[ That he doesn't get right to removing the coat and observing the damage is not owed to any amount of modesty or respect for Hickey's consent to the matter, it's just that he's making use of the moment Tozer has his back turned to remove the case from his coat pocket. The cover is only lightly dented, which gives Angelo a faint sense of relief. ]