[ Caramia struggled, twisting every which way and doing his very best to get out of the hold. It seemed the more he struggled, the more caught up in his shadow's hold he got. He wasn't even sure how shadows could exist in the darkness like this. Weren't they only supposed to be around in the presence of light? To make matters worse, this water was still freezing cold, making it all that harder to hold your already short breath.
How pathetic, he thought. He'd probably laugh about it later-- he was drowning and somehow the only thing he could think about was how much he was such an sad coward. Of course, the shadows did recede when the light came into contact with it, but in response, it just tugged Caramia down further. On top of that, the light only made it abundantly clear that if the shadow wasn't intending on drowning Caramia, it intended to rid whatever color he had instead. The ends of his fingers (which he desperately had reached out for Akechi) had a noticeable gray gradient to them, and the color lacked especially around his neck. All in all, it wasn't exactly a pretty sight.
Not that this was a primary concern of Caramia's. He had quite panicked movements, flailing about to, if not free himself of his shadow's hold, than to surface for air. Neither option seemed to be working out too well for him. ]
He deserves it.
How pathetic, he thought. He'd probably laugh about it later-- he was drowning and somehow the only thing he could think about was how much he was such an sad coward. Of course, the shadows did recede when the light came into contact with it, but in response, it just tugged Caramia down further. On top of that, the light only made it abundantly clear that if the shadow wasn't intending on drowning Caramia, it intended to rid whatever color he had instead. The ends of his fingers (which he desperately had reached out for Akechi) had a noticeable gray gradient to them, and the color lacked especially around his neck. All in all, it wasn't exactly a pretty sight.
Not that this was a primary concern of Caramia's. He had quite panicked movements, flailing about to, if not free himself of his shadow's hold, than to surface for air. Neither option seemed to be working out too well for him. ]