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ellis ginsberg. ([personal profile] heorte) wrote in [community profile] faderift 2022-08-21 04:48 am (UTC)

So turned, Ellis's coughing deepens, hacking. Independent of Thot, who will have to forgive Ellis' convulsions.

Gobs of dark, congealed blood spatter in the dirt.

His fingers gouge deep grooves into packed earth. Consciousness in this moment is akin to being dragged through shattered glass. It had been quiet only seconds ago, quiet and dark and weightless and now—

It hurts.

At some point, between Thot's tongue catching his cheek, and Abby's gasped What? Ellis' coughing shifts, becomes rapid, frantic gasps. He is in his body and out of it, disconnected from the hands on him and the tremors and the disjointed thudding of his heart. Fresh sweat breaks at the nape of his neck, along his temples. The taste of blood is overwhelming. There is noise and clattering and every time he tries to get a sense of what's happened, everything slips away from him.

As such, Richard is more or less free to impart any other tidbits about Abby's eyes and Ellie's opinions on them without interruption.

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