Internal Monologue of a Witless Wonder Part 3

Solis was sat on his dresser, staring over his shoulder at his exposed back and the strange nodules that had formed there. One hand reaching back to explore the odd growths. His neck and shoulder ached from holding the twisting position and over stretching his arm, but right now he didn’t care. He was continuously humming out an anxious sound. He had a strong urge to tear at the buds. To remove them and maybe just stop this whole thing from progressing any further. Or maybe tear at the tattoo in the hopes of undoing whatever Mags did.
 
He did neither of these things.
 
Instead he got up and started pacing around. The anxious humming increasing in volume. There was no way that only the fae part of his heritage would manifest. What about the other half? He already felt… urges. What if they got worse? What if he couldn’t control it?
 
Sol was shaking, his breathing labored. It was to open, he needed to hide. Once again he found himself squeezing into the gap between his dresser and the wall. Pressing himself as far out of view as possible and curling in on himself. His head dropping onto his knees, tail wrapped tightly around his legs, one arm doing the same, and his other hand gripping tightly at the hair at the back of his head. He was still shaking, hyperventilating, and anxiously humming.
 
He’d stay like this for a while. Eventually passing out and napping in that corner unless disturbed.