it takes hold of her chest, sudden and sharp. sticks to the walls of it, her chest, as her lips part to seize an unsteady breath. emilia fitfully rolls over to her side, pressing closer to wrath without intention or notice, and her fingers catch in the fabric of his shirt. it's all heavy, all endless, the mark of a desolate thing.
and it hurts.
a steady drip, somewhere in the distance, like static in her ears. ]
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it takes hold of her chest, sudden and sharp. sticks to the walls of it, her chest, as her lips part to seize an unsteady breath. emilia fitfully rolls over to her side, pressing closer to wrath without intention or notice, and her fingers catch in the fabric of his shirt. it's all heavy, all endless, the mark of a desolate thing.
and it hurts.
a steady drip, somewhere in the distance, like static in her ears. ]