rub some dirt on it

*Kyarst* · 05-17-2015, 09:22 PM

She didn't answer him immediately. Did that mean that it was going to fall off? His ears fell back over his skull as he groaned out in angst. Begrudgingly he would take the seed in his jaws and chew it carefully, swallowing hard when she finally answered him and said that his most prized possession wasn't going to fall off. Oh, praise whatever gods there might be! She went on to wager that he'd live through this situation, and he felt himself relax ever so slightly. He didn't feel like he was dying, so he was inclined to believe her, but as the drugs worked their way into his system he found himself feeling more and more unsure about, well.. everything. "You think I'm stupid, right? For letting her tear me up like this..." Brow folded into several well-defined lines as his features hardened. "You think I screwed up, don't you?" Most of his good sense was gone. She had to think he was stupid to let himself get this hurt. They had only been sparring, after all. "Yeah well I tore her up pretty good too," he spat. "Snapped my jaws shut on her spine more than once." He could see it, could envision the scene playing out before him again. "I didn't screw up." He wasn't sure anymore if he was trying to convince her, or himself, that he wasn't a failure for getting so badly hurt.

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rub some dirt on it

Kyarst