[ the radio's whine grows louder, louder, louder - and finally the boy stumbles to a stop, holding an antenna and one hand and a crystal radio in the other. at least, it's something like an antenna and radio. the wires on the radio proper writhe and wriggle, like something alive; the antenna bends and sways, a searing light glowing off it as the boy holds it aloft.
and just in time, as well. the man lurches forward - or tries to, at least. he doesn't make it very far. the insects divebomb him once again, swarming and stinging and dragging him down. he shrieks, an unearthly wail that sounds more at home in the radio's static than any sort of human body. ]
They're... They don't attack. [ the boy pants, quietly whispering lines of something under his breath - just loud enough to be audible, if harry listens through the static. the lord is my shepherd, and forgive them their trespasses, and though the lord's light casts the shadow of the devil i will stand against him. and then he speaks again, louder this time. ] The bugs, I mean. They're just after those- things.
[ a few of the insects peel off, flying dangerously close; the boy whimpers, closing his eyes but holding his makeshift torch aloft. the bugs buzz and whine and snap, and then...
just like that, they return to the screaming zealot. ]
See? [ he doesn't sound like he entirely believes it. ] It's... It's fine. We're fine.
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[ the radio's whine grows louder, louder, louder - and finally the boy stumbles to a stop, holding an antenna and one hand and a crystal radio in the other. at least, it's something like an antenna and radio. the wires on the radio proper writhe and wriggle, like something alive; the antenna bends and sways, a searing light glowing off it as the boy holds it aloft.
and just in time, as well. the man lurches forward - or tries to, at least. he doesn't make it very far. the insects divebomb him once again, swarming and stinging and dragging him down. he shrieks, an unearthly wail that sounds more at home in the radio's static than any sort of human body. ]
They're... They don't attack. [ the boy pants, quietly whispering lines of something under his breath - just loud enough to be audible, if harry listens through the static. the lord is my shepherd, and forgive them their trespasses, and though the lord's light casts the shadow of the devil i will stand against him. and then he speaks again, louder this time. ] The bugs, I mean. They're just after those- things.
[ a few of the insects peel off, flying dangerously close; the boy whimpers, closing his eyes but holding his makeshift torch aloft. the bugs buzz and whine and snap, and then...
just like that, they return to the screaming zealot. ]
See? [ he doesn't sound like he entirely believes it. ] It's... It's fine. We're fine.