[Very glad for Laurent choosing this time to be out wandering around. D has already realized something is happening to him when he passes through most doors he's tried, when his throat seizes up and he can't breathe. An archway, too, chanced to do this to him as he sifted through the opening.
But he didn't know yet that intersections were a part of this.
He spies Laurent coming the opposite way, and he refrains from offering any kind of loud greeting. Instead, he passes in his usual careful walk through the intersection of two paths, planning to head on... only a quarter of the way to the other side, he slows to a stop. Heat rises from the top of his chest into his throat; the air is pulled out of him somehow even with his mouth closed. It leaves him in invisible rivulets, a little at a time until nothing is left.
Strangely, the beauty of his unnaturally pale face begins to turn a mottled blue and purple--near the jaw, the temples. He talks a half-step back, bringing his left hand up to wrap around his neck.]
laurent ¤ two curses
But he didn't know yet that intersections were a part of this.
He spies Laurent coming the opposite way, and he refrains from offering any kind of loud greeting. Instead, he passes in his usual careful walk through the intersection of two paths, planning to head on... only a quarter of the way to the other side, he slows to a stop. Heat rises from the top of his chest into his throat; the air is pulled out of him somehow even with his mouth closed. It leaves him in invisible rivulets, a little at a time until nothing is left.
Strangely, the beauty of his unnaturally pale face begins to turn a mottled blue and purple--near the jaw, the temples. He talks a half-step back, bringing his left hand up to wrap around his neck.]