[ Really—! Adrian huffs theatrically in return, though there's some relief in his expression that he can't hide. He holds the binder up again and watches when the man begins to roll up his sleeve. A spell of some sort, perhaps..?
His eyes catch on the knife blade, understanding all too quickly. He nearly fumbles the binder in his haste to bang on the glass, catching it one-handed at an awkward angle that allows Jason to continue none the less. Golden light flares for less than a second, in his face and behind his head, his true nature bleeding out of him with a sudden spike of anxiety.
All in all, he's about as effective as a bird thrashing in a pond. ]
What are you doing? You have no idea what you might bind to yourself—!
[ Later, perhaps, he will reflect on the irony. How he would have, and has done, much the same and worse. How his friends might have felt in those moments. How it's different, because this too-good stranger isn't him.
He's about to try fumbling the binder closed again — difficult without losing it, with the water so high — when he finally gets a good look at what Jason is doing. The symbols are incomplete. That isn't... quite as bad. Probably? There's no sense in stopping him when he's already come this far in mutilating himself.
Though the rest was only a flash, the tiny freckles across the bridge of Adrian's nose continue to glow in the darkness, making it impossible to hide the flush of indignation they represent. ] This is your idea of careful?
JASON!!! (he's perfect)
His eyes catch on the knife blade, understanding all too quickly. He nearly fumbles the binder in his haste to bang on the glass, catching it one-handed at an awkward angle that allows Jason to continue none the less. Golden light flares for less than a second, in his face and behind his head, his true nature bleeding out of him with a sudden spike of anxiety.
All in all, he's about as effective as a bird thrashing in a pond. ]
What are you doing? You have no idea what you might bind to yourself—!
[ Later, perhaps, he will reflect on the irony. How he would have, and has done, much the same and worse. How his friends might have felt in those moments. How it's different, because this too-good stranger isn't him.
He's about to try fumbling the binder closed again — difficult without losing it, with the water so high — when he finally gets a good look at what Jason is doing. The symbols are incomplete. That isn't... quite as bad. Probably? There's no sense in stopping him when he's already come this far in mutilating himself.
Though the rest was only a flash, the tiny freckles across the bridge of Adrian's nose continue to glow in the darkness, making it impossible to hide the flush of indignation they represent. ] This is your idea of careful?