[even as the strings scrape, slash at his legs, he can't cry out—only puffs of petals emerge, silent and beautiful, mocking his pain. but Dimitri is nearby—his voice, louder. that he can still hear through everything is a blessing.
closing his eyes, he pushes with the last of his strength against the chains, lights flashing behind his lids as he does. the noose draws tighter, and he can feel twirling vines dragging his hands away. he tries to scream in frustration, but only a gentle whirl of flowers emerges. the lights blur, sliding into each other, bright as fireworks—the final warning signs of oxygen deprivation. I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die.
Again.
...Pathetic.
his hands flex into fists, still fighting, another push, puffs of petals issuing forth as he struggles, a last, mammoth burst of energy and strength--
--and he freezes. and sags. and grows still, only the vines holding his unconscious body up.]
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closing his eyes, he pushes with the last of his strength against the chains, lights flashing behind his lids as he does. the noose draws tighter, and he can feel twirling vines dragging his hands away. he tries to scream in frustration, but only a gentle whirl of flowers emerges. the lights blur, sliding into each other, bright as fireworks—the final warning signs of oxygen deprivation. I'm going to pass out. I'm going to die.
Again.
...Pathetic.
his hands flex into fists, still fighting, another push, puffs of petals issuing forth as he struggles, a last, mammoth burst of energy and strength--
--and he freezes. and sags. and grows still, only the vines holding his unconscious body up.]