[There was a lot less bite in his words than two seconds prior. He knew the feeling that was washing over him very well. It was that cold blanket that draped across his body— it felt like hands gripping him in place and digging into the nonexistent wound he had.
Death had always been so much fun.
Please note the sarcasm.
His breathing was slowing down now, the room spinning. One of his hands reached out to grab Childe’s sleeve.
He had never really died with anyone with him to comfort him through the process, and while he wasn’t exactly dying it sure felt like he was. Still… there was something about having someone here— even if it was Childe— that made this feel a little… too much and not enough all at once.]
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[There was a lot less bite in his words than two seconds prior. He knew the feeling that was washing over him very well. It was that cold blanket that draped across his body— it felt like hands gripping him in place and digging into the nonexistent wound he had.
Death had always been so much fun.
Please note the sarcasm.
His breathing was slowing down now, the room spinning. One of his hands reached out to grab Childe’s sleeve.
He had never really died with anyone with him to comfort him through the process, and while he wasn’t exactly dying it sure felt like he was. Still… there was something about having someone here— even if it was Childe— that made this feel a little… too much and not enough all at once.]