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Keres’ whole body sagged like a marionette with its strings cut, the aftershock of being torn from that nightmare leaving her hollowed out and shaking. Her skull still burned, a low white fire gnawing at the back of her eyes, and her chest rattled with every desperate gulp of air she could force into her lungs.
His shadows coiled around her again, muffling the echoes, and for the first time she didn’t fight them. They were cold, yes, a sickly violation, but compared to the voices, compared to the tearing claws in her mind, they were a fucking blessing. Relief broke from her throat in a broken sob that slipped free before she could choke it back.
Her body pitched forward, catching herself on her hands before she collapsed completely, but bile and blood surged up her throat all the same. It splattered dark across the marble floor as she coughed and heaved, her trembling limbs barely holding her weight.
When she finally lifted her head, her lips were still smeared red, her skin ghost-pale against the dark, damp tangles of her hair. Her black eyes glistened as they fixed on him, on the sight of his tongue dragging across his fingers, tasting her blood.
The scowl cut deep across her features, and though she bit her tongue, the words etched themselves clear in the fury of her expression.. fuck you.
But she did not speak them. Not here. Not now. Not when she could still feel the grip of that circle, that blood, dragging at the edges of her mind, waiting to claw her back under.
Her throat worked as she swallowed down copper and bile, and when she finally rasped words, they came hoarse and low.
“…You got what you wanted.” she drew in a ragged breath.. “Now what?”
His shadows coiled around her again, muffling the echoes, and for the first time she didn’t fight them. They were cold, yes, a sickly violation, but compared to the voices, compared to the tearing claws in her mind, they were a fucking blessing. Relief broke from her throat in a broken sob that slipped free before she could choke it back.
Her body pitched forward, catching herself on her hands before she collapsed completely, but bile and blood surged up her throat all the same. It splattered dark across the marble floor as she coughed and heaved, her trembling limbs barely holding her weight.
When she finally lifted her head, her lips were still smeared red, her skin ghost-pale against the dark, damp tangles of her hair. Her black eyes glistened as they fixed on him, on the sight of his tongue dragging across his fingers, tasting her blood.
The scowl cut deep across her features, and though she bit her tongue, the words etched themselves clear in the fury of her expression.. fuck you.
But she did not speak them. Not here. Not now. Not when she could still feel the grip of that circle, that blood, dragging at the edges of her mind, waiting to claw her back under.
Her throat worked as she swallowed down copper and bile, and when she finally rasped words, they came hoarse and low.
“…You got what you wanted.” she drew in a ragged breath.. “Now what?”