Her skin is hot to touch- almost painfully so. She feels the hand on her shoulder, and her initial impulse is to pull away, to chastise him, but each heartbeat makes the burning agony more intense, and she lets out a strangled cry of pain through clenched teeth, her arm clutching his as she doubles over again-
She manages not to yell, instead muffling it to a harsh, strained whimper. She's not even conscious that she lurches forward and grabs Shealtiel's shoulder the instant the joint snaps back into place, only realizing once the pain begins to subside that she's clinging to him rather roughly-
Still making him take care of your damage. Some thing never change. Shut up. You don't need him. Shut up.
She struggles to straighten herself, to let go, let go, stop being weak- but she can't manage the strength- and you'll take it out on him, you always do, until he leaves again- shut up make it stop-]
I'm- [She hisses in pain again as another burning pang shoots through her-] I'm fine. I just- n-need air.
[She's barely able to choke it out through clenched teeth, and as she looks up at him, the normal amber-gold color of her eyes has been replaced by an unnatural shade of blue. She pushes him away- with surprising roughness- and quickly scrambles to the door, fumbling to let herself outside.]
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Date: 2023-07-25 09:02 pm (UTC)Her skin is hot to touch- almost painfully so. She feels the hand on her shoulder, and her initial impulse is to pull away, to chastise him, but each heartbeat makes the burning agony more intense, and she lets out a strangled cry of pain through clenched teeth, her arm clutching his as she doubles over again-
She manages not to yell, instead muffling it to a harsh, strained whimper. She's not even conscious that she lurches forward and grabs Shealtiel's shoulder the instant the joint snaps back into place, only realizing once the pain begins to subside that she's clinging to him rather roughly-
Still making him take care of your damage. Some thing never change. Shut up. You don't need him. Shut up.
She struggles to straighten herself, to let go, let go, stop being weak- but she can't manage the strength- and you'll take it out on him, you always do, until he leaves again- shut up make it stop-]
I'm- [She hisses in pain again as another burning pang shoots through her-] I'm fine. I just- n-need air.
[She's barely able to choke it out through clenched teeth, and as she looks up at him, the normal amber-gold color of her eyes has been replaced by an unnatural shade of blue. She pushes him away- with surprising roughness- and quickly scrambles to the door, fumbling to let herself outside.]