[ The kick gets a response this time, no chance of bracing himself, disoriented, over-exposed -- it's a raw bark of pain, and a full bodied flinch as if to pull his knee away from Sarissa's reaching hand.
But he looks at her, her face floating on a surface of vertigo. ]
It's about nature, [ is growled out, a little strangled against the leather gripping his trachea. The way rottweilers sound at the end of their chain. In his head, to his ears, it sounds sharper than it does in real life. In real life, it sounds borderline incoherent, saliva-specked. ] About doing what you want, being out of control, 'cause there's nothing else left.
[ He rests his head backwards, chin tipped up, trying to catch his breath. ]
I thought about giving you that story, [ is a little clearer. He seeks out the shape of Kavinsky in the room. Talking into empty space. A void. ] But it sounded, you know. [ He swallows, roughly. ] Like a line.
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But he looks at her, her face floating on a surface of vertigo. ]
It's about nature, [ is growled out, a little strangled against the leather gripping his trachea. The way rottweilers sound at the end of their chain. In his head, to his ears, it sounds sharper than it does in real life. In real life, it sounds borderline incoherent, saliva-specked. ] About doing what you want, being out of control, 'cause there's nothing else left.
[ He rests his head backwards, chin tipped up, trying to catch his breath. ]
I thought about giving you that story, [ is a little clearer. He seeks out the shape of Kavinsky in the room. Talking into empty space. A void. ] But it sounded, you know. [ He swallows, roughly. ] Like a line.