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Like the Stain of Breath Upon a Mirror
Dec. 18th, 2018 11:44 amDrabble #5 -- From this Whumptober prompt list.
Exhaustion
Like the Stain of Breath Upon a Mirror | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Wyatt is sitting in a chair, elbows on knees and hands in his hair, when Tseer shuffles into the room. When he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and his features pinched, as if he is in pain. Well, Tseer thinks, I suppose he would be.
"I felt..." Wyatt gestures to his neck, unwilling to form the words. Tseer nods wearily. He tries to work past the lump in his throat because even though Corra healed him swallowing still hurts and aarakocra can't cry, dammit, but his face feels flushed under his feathers and his breathing is ragged and wet and his legs are shaking under his weight.
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Exhaustion
Like the Stain of Breath Upon a Mirror | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt
Wyatt is sitting in a chair, elbows on knees and hands in his hair, when Tseer shuffles into the room. When he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and his features pinched, as if he is in pain. Well, Tseer thinks, I suppose he would be.
"I felt..." Wyatt gestures to his neck, unwilling to form the words. Tseer nods wearily. He tries to work past the lump in his throat because even though Corra healed him swallowing still hurts and aarakocra can't cry, dammit, but his face feels flushed under his feathers and his breathing is ragged and wet and his legs are shaking under his weight.
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