Taako awakes in a whole lot of pain. There are other things that he notices, of course-- the color of the sky, the fact that he's outside instead of on the floor of the ritual site like he was when he apparently blacked out, the fact that he's not alone-- but the most overwhelming thing of all is the pain. Breathing hurts, existing hurts, everything hurts. For several minutes, it's all he can do to just lay there, staring up at that blue, blue sky, trying to figure out how to breathe without jarring his apparently still partially-broken ribs.
He never really sorts it out. He also certainly can't pick himself up.
It's not long before he's offered a bit of help by... a fae. Well, he can appreciate irony, and he certainly accepts it; while it's not a perfect fix, it leaves him able to get up and move himself to his trailer, which is where he's presently headed, an arm wrapped around his aching chest. He's still got his horns, though in a much smaller size, and... his face is glowing...? Somehow, in the transition between places, he's managed to pick up a couple of new features, one of which seems to be that his freckles are glowing a faint purple.
He's not aware of that himself, however. Right now, he's pretty focused on just getting back to his trailer so he can collapse and not talk to anyone for a while, because fuck this. Fuck all of this, and fuck existing, and fuck fae.
TAAKO
Taako awakes in a whole lot of pain. There are other things that he notices, of course-- the color of the sky, the fact that he's outside instead of on the floor of the ritual site like he was when he apparently blacked out, the fact that he's not alone-- but the most overwhelming thing of all is the pain. Breathing hurts, existing hurts, everything hurts. For several minutes, it's all he can do to just lay there, staring up at that blue, blue sky, trying to figure out how to breathe without jarring his apparently still partially-broken ribs.
He never really sorts it out. He also certainly can't pick himself up.
It's not long before he's offered a bit of help by... a fae. Well, he can appreciate irony, and he certainly accepts it; while it's not a perfect fix, it leaves him able to get up and move himself to his trailer, which is where he's presently headed, an arm wrapped around his aching chest. He's still got his horns, though in a much smaller size, and... his face is glowing...? Somehow, in the transition between places, he's managed to pick up a couple of new features, one of which seems to be that his freckles are glowing a faint purple.
He's not aware of that himself, however. Right now, he's pretty focused on just getting back to his trailer so he can collapse and not talk to anyone for a while, because fuck this. Fuck all of this, and fuck existing, and fuck fae.