The minute he opens his eyes, he isn't breathing, he's choking, and he's fucking upside down and upended and the moment his consciousness returns to him he's spat out onto the floor coated in a stubstance that he can only describe as what ectoplasm used to feel like on the tips of his mother's fingers, running out of her nose after a particularly difficult spell. He's sprawled out on the floor, slapped hard onto it and the first thing he thinks is cold, I'm so fucking cold. ]
Fuck this--fuck!
[ He manages out before there's someone dropping to their knees and he's trying to shift onto his back--screw being naked. There's a hand on his, a familiar voice,and he's looking at Nic's eyes and her hair clinging to her face with the same goop that he's coated in. He takes the heel of his hand and wipes it over his mouth, slicks back his hair that's falling into his yes and he's trying not to cough and sputter more.
He's already balls out on the floor and any attempt to dig his heels in has just gotten him looking like a slippery fish on a dock trying to escape a gutting. ]
Nic--what the fuck...[ he eyeballs her to make sure she's not some dream, maybe even digs his fingers into her skin a little bit. Not a dream? Might be a dream? A really convincing one? We'll find out. He swallows and it tastes bitter, like bile. He bites down on his tongue a minute, feeling the rattle through his teeth because there's a breeze slipping in through the shattered window of... whatever this place is, all metal and tubes. He grabs onto her a little more, and maybe drags himself a little into a sitting position. Standing seems dangerous. ] Please tell me we're... [ he trails off, but this is totally not real, right?
_(:3 JL)_
The minute he opens his eyes, he isn't breathing, he's choking, and he's fucking upside down and upended and the moment his consciousness returns to him he's spat out onto the floor coated in a stubstance that he can only describe as what ectoplasm used to feel like on the tips of his mother's fingers, running out of her nose after a particularly difficult spell. He's sprawled out on the floor, slapped hard onto it and the first thing he thinks is cold, I'm so fucking cold. ]
Fuck this--fuck!
[ He manages out before there's someone dropping to their knees and he's trying to shift onto his back--screw being naked. There's a hand on his, a familiar voice,and he's looking at Nic's eyes and her hair clinging to her face with the same goop that he's coated in. He takes the heel of his hand and wipes it over his mouth, slicks back his hair that's falling into his yes and he's trying not to cough and sputter more.
He's already balls out on the floor and any attempt to dig his heels in has just gotten him looking like a slippery fish on a dock trying to escape a gutting. ]
Nic--what the fuck...[ he eyeballs her to make sure she's not some dream, maybe even digs his fingers into her skin a little bit. Not a dream? Might be a dream? A really convincing one? We'll find out. He swallows and it tastes bitter, like bile. He bites down on his tongue a minute, feeling the rattle through his teeth because there's a breeze slipping in through the shattered window of... whatever this place is, all metal and tubes. He grabs onto her a little more, and maybe drags himself a little into a sitting position. Standing seems dangerous. ] Please tell me we're... [ he trails off, but this is totally not real, right?
He might need a towel. ]