[ The sudden tug and weight over him has that mind spinning— both in thought and literally. Ethan, as much of a hard working body he has ( a h a ), is fairly easily subdued, but not without him whisking shaking, quickened breaths between dry lips. His chest fluctuates from the scare, his ribs rattling with each pound of his heart (that drums straight in his ears, augh—) ]
Ghk—!
[ The darkness makes it difficult to make out something other than a very tall, bulky black figure that still looked too identical to the ghost of his dreams. During those quick moments, he still squirms, still attempts to tear his arm away from what chains them and bucks under him to get the thing back. From what little his eyes could show in the dim lit room was antagonizing fear. For one, being immortal never meant he'd get used to kicking the bucket every time. Not just that— there was more than that involved in his senses bring him to fight.
The thing speaks. The thing breathes— hot against his face and no homo. When Ethan's eyes squint hard through their shocked widening, he attempts to lift his head, pausing in movements with soft gasps, then realizing the danger was another a little too late. He drops his head back against the floor with a heavy thwack, and regrets every second of that sleep. ]
Fuck—
[ What do you get when you drink, don't brush you teeth and don't shower after bleeding a great degree? What's hushed onto Mallory's face as he groans and catches up with his rattled breathing. ]
I didn't mean it, I—! Owowowow—
[ ow his head, ow his wrist, ow his body pleas get off— ]
no subject
Ghk—!
[ The darkness makes it difficult to make out something other than a very tall, bulky black figure that still looked too identical to the ghost of his dreams. During those quick moments, he still squirms, still attempts to tear his arm away from what chains them and bucks under him to get the thing back. From what little his eyes could show in the dim lit room was antagonizing fear. For one, being immortal never meant he'd get used to kicking the bucket every time. Not just that— there was more than that involved in his senses bring him to fight.
The thing speaks. The thing breathes— hot against his face and no homo. When Ethan's eyes squint hard through their shocked widening, he attempts to lift his head, pausing in movements with soft gasps, then realizing the danger was another a little too late. He drops his head back against the floor with a heavy thwack, and regrets every second of that sleep. ]
Fuck—
[ What do you get when you drink, don't brush you teeth and don't shower after bleeding a great degree? What's hushed onto Mallory's face as he groans and catches up with his rattled breathing. ]
I didn't mean it, I—! Owowowow—
[ ow his head, ow his wrist, ow his body pleas get off— ]