That's a bit dramatic of you, isn't it? ( she puffs against his face in a weak attempt at humor. but it's quiet, soft; probably only audible because of their proximity, and even then too much of an exertion; her joke cut short by a low groan as the heel of his palm dogs infinitesimally harder into her gut. )
Ow.
( her breath comes in wheezes now. it hurts to breathe and to not breathe, but it's the grounding sort of hurt. if she's going to stay awake and alive — and fight like he tells her to — it's going to be that hurt that keeps her that way. pain wasn't inherently bad, anyway. it was when you didn't feel anything that things got exponentially more dangerous, and death became a much more realistic outcome. so roxy takes pointedly deep, slow breathes and gives up on not crying; grits her jaw and feels fat, silent tears dragging through the grime and blood on her face to collect on her ear.
the wind picks up around them, and her first thought is that her wet face is a little cold. her next is that that's not normal wind, and that it sounds suspiciously like helicopter blades. )
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Ow.
( her breath comes in wheezes now. it hurts to breathe and to not breathe, but it's the grounding sort of hurt. if she's going to stay awake and alive — and fight like he tells her to — it's going to be that hurt that keeps her that way. pain wasn't inherently bad, anyway. it was when you didn't feel anything that things got exponentially more dangerous, and death became a much more realistic outcome. so roxy takes pointedly deep, slow breathes and gives up on not crying; grits her jaw and feels fat, silent tears dragging through the grime and blood on her face to collect on her ear.
the wind picks up around them, and her first thought is that her wet face is a little cold. her next is that that's not normal wind, and that it sounds suspiciously like helicopter blades. )