telepathy: (120)
feral cosmic horror ([personal profile] telepathy) wrote in [community profile] logs 2022-12-04 07:21 pm (UTC)

(cw: blood, fatal injury)

[ the pain is surprisingly little.

what a strange thing to think when she can feel her own blood spilling down her chest from the open wound in her throat. she gasps for breath, but all that does is start to draw blood down into her lungs. instead, she sputters, more coughing, spilling more iron into her mouth as she turns her head.

she can't even feel how he pulls at her hair now. it is distant beside the cold prickle rolling down her body — bizarre, really, when the blood outside of her is so hot and so much.

no. no, no, she doesn't want to die, she doesn't want this to be the end.
]

Y— [ it's a harsh, guttural sound. a hack. ] Help. [ each syllable a strained gasp, punctuated with sputters as her own blood threatens to drown her with each inhale. ] Yield. I yield.

[ he isn't holding her still anymore — why would he? what need is there? her fist closes around his collar as she tries to pull herself up on him, tries to cling to — to anything.

she tries to get something else out. it's mumbled, this slur of the soft consonants of his full name.
]

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