[Would you believe, the worst of it is the squelching?
Years of having body parts ripped off in a damp basement in Tyrol mean that
Mari doesn't immediately scream or cry out - she's too used to Cristo
mocking her for it. But her teeth slam shut and grind together so hard a
piece of one of her back molars is chipped off and she gives and
involuntary full body shudder. As angry and drunk on conflict (and
contact) as she is, she can't bring herself to front or laugh. It's rather
difficult to do any of those things when someone's blinded you.
Like what the shit, Rayna, you decided her being deaf wasn't enough? Fuck
you!]
It takes a very special sort of someone to know how to keep someone alive,
[she says, through her gritted teeth. There's a lot of saliva in her
mouth suddenly and she considers spitting at Rayna, but wisely
reconsiders] last I heard you look at stars and shit, not heal people.
What can you really do to bring me back from the brink if I start bleeding
out?
[Even if her non-fingered eye was open, she'd be blind. This hatred
pulsing through her isn't exactly a stranger. It feels way too big for her
frame, like it's trying to push out her edges and escape out into the
world. She can feel herself pulsating with it; all she can see is white and
hot.
Silver, she thinks. Wolfs bane. No. Iron? Possibly. A cross. What to kill a
vampire?]
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Date: 2015-04-24 03:53 pm (UTC)[Would you believe, the worst of it is the squelching?
Years of having body parts ripped off in a damp basement in Tyrol mean that Mari doesn't immediately scream or cry out - she's too used to Cristo mocking her for it. But her teeth slam shut and grind together so hard a piece of one of her back molars is chipped off and she gives and involuntary full body shudder. As angry and drunk on conflict (and contact) as she is, she can't bring herself to front or laugh. It's rather difficult to do any of those things when someone's blinded you.
Like what the shit, Rayna, you decided her being deaf wasn't enough? Fuck you!]
It takes a very special sort of someone to know how to keep someone alive, [she says, through her gritted teeth. There's a lot of saliva in her mouth suddenly and she considers spitting at Rayna, but wisely reconsiders] last I heard you look at stars and shit, not heal people. What can you really do to bring me back from the brink if I start bleeding out?
[Even if her non-fingered eye was open, she'd be blind. This hatred pulsing through her isn't exactly a stranger. It feels way too big for her frame, like it's trying to push out her edges and escape out into the world. She can feel herself pulsating with it; all she can see is white and hot.
Silver, she thinks. Wolfs bane. No. Iron? Possibly. A cross. What to kill a vampire?]