[ falco only slows to position himself— has he stopped? it could only be a brief possibility, but not one that’s long lasting.
the jaw titan springs from its crouched limbs and flings itself, jaws first, right toward childe. it’s wide, and prepares to snap over where falco thinks he has him.
it’s hard to see the veins in its eyes, obscured by the mask over it— but they're more purple in hue than green. the inside of his mouth too: had that been saliva? or goo? ]
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the jaw titan springs from its crouched limbs and flings itself, jaws first, right toward childe. it’s wide, and prepares to snap over where falco thinks he has him.
it’s hard to see the veins in its eyes, obscured by the mask over it— but they're more purple in hue than green. the inside of his mouth too: had that been saliva? or goo? ]