( the world tilts. static blasting across his senses as his head cracks against the surface of whatever she drove him against. stone? wood? either is possible.
aristaeus clings to consciousness with a white-knuckled belligerence. the blood loss won't be enough to kill him. probably. but there's all kinds of factors to consider, including giant fucking cats.
so he gets his feet under him. awkward and ungainly for those first few seconds until his head clears — he'll pay for this later, of course, when the blowback hits, but right now the power is buzzing through his veins, blunting the worst of his pain. )
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aristaeus clings to consciousness with a white-knuckled belligerence. the blood loss won't be enough to kill him. probably. but there's all kinds of factors to consider, including giant fucking cats.
so he gets his feet under him. awkward and ungainly for those first few seconds until his head clears — he'll pay for this later, of course, when the blowback hits, but right now the power is buzzing through his veins, blunting the worst of his pain. )
I don't want to hurt you.
( but he will if he has to. )