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/ topics Like these usually Come up when iโm writing By Myself which Means they tend to appear on the Dash more. once i get my pinned working again iโll have a better and more in depth content warning available but these are the most Prevalent i think ๐
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Messy. I thought you knew not to pick fights while the guards are making the rounds.
( A mild snortโ fidgeting with the collar of his jacket. )
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โ โ โ โ ( he stares at her face with a dangerous look, tongue still partially out of his mouth.
he puts it away as he speaks. )
strangled a reagent. tried to kill it.
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I think I take care of myself. Decently.
( Murmured without malice. She sinks back, shirt pooled down around her midsection, and closes her eyes. )
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you should take better care of yourself .
( a generous glob of gel was smeared over tight skin , across the back of her neck and shoulders . pressing the pads of his thumbs into strained muscles . )
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( The bite leaves him immobile. Sobbing, bubbling, sour bile-rising all halts abruptly, and Blake slides over the floor, weak in the neck.
Like stone, like death, all the strength from his limbs and the heaving from his chest is sucked out; heโs wide-eyed, limpโ
[ Each thud against his head leaves Blake reeling, his back arching off of the floor- feet scrambling for purchase as he wails. His eyes are watering, the world is blurring-
/Thud/. His vision goes white. Itโs back for a moment before it rears back. /Thud!/ ]
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( Thereโs another sharp sensation. Rending into his brain, his nervous system, Blake can feel himself get smaller- more compressed, maybe- with every spasm, pushed back into the most basal parts of his own mind.
He lays there, for god knows how long, and then sits up. )
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Hm?
( Itโs a pop of pressure, not pain, that alerts her to what sheโs doing. Her hand wrapped tight just under his chin, crushing down his windpipeโ and, well, she canโt stop now. )
Hhghkโ hhaah-
[ Whatever snark he had to spit's dead beneath her hand. His eyes are wide where she can't see him, every gasp for air croaked, and shallow.
Can't see, won't see ; his vision starts to slip.
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( The pen sticks proudly out of her forearm, blood weakly hiccuping from the little hole; she holds him up higher, digging in under his chin.
If she lets go now, heโll be too aware. Thereโll be some fussโ probably, heโll be carted away and sheโll get a slap on the wrist. )
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( An apologetic cough, adjusting her glasses; heโs turning purple under her hand, toes barely brushing the floor. )
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( Thereโs a noncommittal grunt, butโ yโknow, heโs right. The case is nudged towards him with the side of her loafer. Thereโs plausible deniability there. )
Just a sip? I think being a little lenient makes sense, /considering./
[ No gesturing needed. Whatโs left of his arm is nestled against his chest, pressed into the fabric of his shirt. ]
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Oh, no. Itโs fairly unproductive. Iโm just sayingโ
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Myโฆ my neck, mostly.
( Chin tucked down against her knees. Rustling, when she pops the first button to her shirt and loosens her collar. )
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( grey orbs roll , following behind her . slipping on a pair of gloves . )
where does it hurt the most .แฃ โ
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