Time is, has been meaningless; she is a choked gasp always, the suddenness of pain, and nothing at all. She has no concept of yesterday or tomorrow or how long it has been or that it has been, only that last moment of realisation and the awful slipperiness of the cold wrapping itself around her, drawing her deep. Magic never her own drawn through her, her pain and his powering what she did not know, had not seen -
this is a new hurt.
Her lungs burn with the forgotten need to fill, and she chokes - she can choke, now? she can choke now - coughing water and struggling in strong (un)familiar hands, tangled hair blinding her and nothing cooperating, gasping for breath to scream and to remember how to scream and what screaming is.
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Time is, has been meaningless; she is a choked gasp always, the suddenness of pain, and nothing at all. She has no concept of yesterday or tomorrow or how long it has been or that it has been, only that last moment of realisation and the awful slipperiness of the cold wrapping itself around her, drawing her deep. Magic never her own drawn through her, her pain and his powering what she did not know, had not seen -
this is a new hurt.
Her lungs burn with the forgotten need to fill, and she chokes - she can choke, now? she can choke now - coughing water and struggling in strong (un)familiar hands, tangled hair blinding her and nothing cooperating, gasping for breath to scream and to remember how to scream and what screaming is.
Her eyes open.