[ leander reels. fingers splay, begin thoughtlessly to carve new shapes against the air. isaac's chin tips, comprehension sluggish behind its work, and
— fuck, what is he doing? what has he just done? ]
Maker, I —
[ will never know how to finish that sentence, because leander's laughter startles his attention, and now it is instinct: nothing but plain ugly reaction. weakness ripples out from the fade, a smothering miasma.
isaac stumbles forward. doesn't know whether it's enough, even as he's moving, as slickness catches his foot. it's half a fall that brings him down, fumbling for a bloody palm. ]
If you try that again, [ breathless, distracted. ] I will leave you here.
[ alone, to crawl towards help that isn't waiting. ]
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— fuck, what is he doing? what has he just done? ]
Maker, I —
[ will never know how to finish that sentence, because leander's laughter startles his attention, and now it is instinct: nothing but plain ugly reaction. weakness ripples out from the fade, a smothering miasma.
isaac stumbles forward. doesn't know whether it's enough, even as he's moving, as slickness catches his foot. it's half a fall that brings him down, fumbling for a bloody palm. ]
If you try that again, [ breathless, distracted. ] I will leave you here.
[ alone, to crawl towards help that isn't waiting. ]