[ instinct has her reaching up to defend herself, grabbing for his shoulders, trying to wrestle him away. she is stronger than her size suggests, but she lacks any of the formal training or discipline to compete with a proper mercenary in brute strength, especially after days in a cell, especially when her arm is still stained with her own blood where she has obscured her brand with further scars and scabs.
for the best. a last string of coughs comes out against his hand. but the petals stick in her mouth. the texture is strange and unpleasant, sticking to her teeth and cheeks, and her whole body revolts against her senses, but it comes out only in a shudder of her shoulders.
she realizes, then, what he has done, and lets her eyes shut, stops fighting. tries to grasp for some form of command over her body and stop the coughing. to little use. instead of fighting him off, she brings her own hand up, intent on replacing his with her own. no one has ever been this close to her before. she can smell the sweat and dirt on his skin, and the narrow space between his body and the wall feels claustrophobic.
the chance is lost, however, as the guard emerges around the corner — 'hey!' — and draws his weapon. ]
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for the best. a last string of coughs comes out against his hand. but the petals stick in her mouth. the texture is strange and unpleasant, sticking to her teeth and cheeks, and her whole body revolts against her senses, but it comes out only in a shudder of her shoulders.
she realizes, then, what he has done, and lets her eyes shut, stops fighting. tries to grasp for some form of command over her body and stop the coughing. to little use. instead of fighting him off, she brings her own hand up, intent on replacing his with her own. no one has ever been this close to her before. she can smell the sweat and dirt on his skin, and the narrow space between his body and the wall feels claustrophobic.
the chance is lost, however, as the guard emerges around the corner — 'hey!' — and draws his weapon. ]