Seeing Double, Like Woah
11-04-2014, 07:53 PM
Okay. So... Maybe that hadn't been the best idea. In fact the young fae felt so shitty that she couldn't help but laugh. It was a weak, slightly hysterical thing, nestled between ragged breaths. Valentine approached her slowly, with a concern she didn't really expect to find written into his features. "Never better," she rasped out. "I've had worse." Well... maybe. Had she ever felt worse than this? ...Battered and bruised but not beaten had to be worth something! His respect, if nothing more. She rolled so that her legs were underneath her weary frame and tried to force herself upwards. Her legs shook, and gave out. "Fuck," she mumbled, before gritting her teeth and trying again. No, she wasn't just gonna lay there in the dirt! Screw that noise. With limbs shaking and a low, stubborn growl rumbling in the back of her throat Valeriya picked herself up. She raised her jaw and looked Valentine dead in the eye. She lifted a brow. There she was, small and lean and flithy dirty, bleeding in more than a few places, but she had won. A shit-eating grin split her lips and she laughed again. "Good race, right? Now what?" So she was proud of herself, it wasn't a crime. Even if it meant she was pushing herself well beyond her limits... She lifted an ankle, rolling in and stifling a wince. Oh, it was going to be a long walk home. |