[ She has been in pain - many times. Before, when Jack held her down to the control core chair and she fought against his hands. The left over ache of something missing and grating when her skull was cracked apart and enhancements were added. The ports added below rib bones, dotted either side of her spine. The first day - of eridium. The times Jack ripped her apart with electricity in the excuse of discipline. That no matter how long, she knows, there will never, never be a pain like her body being seared open from the inside like eridium had done to her. Since she had come here, more of it besides - there had been her wrapped knuckles training with Lexa, the times she wasn't fast enough with Ren. Blossomings of pain she had been getting used to as part of living. That she accepted gladly - and if she's being fair, she should accept this too. On her removed, better days, she knows that one day she'll feel this.
Maybe it's a good thing that she's drunk, maybe this would be worse if she was sober - but it also means, she has no preparation. No inkling, only the split second of intent that she feels from the symbiote when she's shoved back, stumbles. The lightness to her gone. Because yes, she's been in pain, she's learned to function through the worst of it but that had been different - that had been this side of ephemeral. A crawling feeling. A lifetime of goading Jack worse than this because she knew he wouldn't ever touch her and she still, some part of her, is used to being a thing kept on high. Princess in her tower.
This bursts white hot against her jaw, almost - the second that it hits the world goes starred bright behind her eyes - she doesn't have time to react between is she going to- and the wet smack of fist against skin. Dulled and slogging from the alcohol ( price for even the best of nights, apparently ). Theen visceral, unforgiving, unavoidable contact that shatters across her. Then her head jerks with the motion, body twisting, neck snapping into the momentum, and she forcefully catches herself against the kitchen bench. Gasping and - she can't hear anything, a sudden surge of adrenalin that drowns almost everything else as the second after the shock, the pain sets in.
The world churns, she's - drunk, and her heart is pounding - and her markings flare to life as she leans forward to spit up a mouthful of blood where her teeth cut the inside of her cheek, dribbling messily as she spits it up. Her eyes wet and swimming and - tears, she registers, a natural reaction to pain so she's found. Gripping tightly to the edge, her feet slipping in the effort to keep herself up, she scrunches her eyes up tightly. First time for everything and Vault Hunters took worse hits than this, when they did - they did - they fired back. There'd be bullets, the raw of fighting but - Angel can't manage much else but holding herself up as the pain bloomed heavy in her jaw, her cheek. Gasping raggedly as she swallowed back on her own blood, shaking, bringing a hand to her face, like she still - can't - quite believe it. ]
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Maybe it's a good thing that she's drunk, maybe this would be worse if she was sober - but it also means, she has no preparation. No inkling, only the split second of intent that she feels from the symbiote when she's shoved back, stumbles. The lightness to her gone. Because yes, she's been in pain, she's learned to function through the worst of it but that had been different - that had been this side of ephemeral. A crawling feeling. A lifetime of goading Jack worse than this because she knew he wouldn't ever touch her and she still, some part of her, is used to being a thing kept on high. Princess in her tower.
This bursts white hot against her jaw, almost - the second that it hits the world goes starred bright behind her eyes - she doesn't have time to react between is she going to- and the wet smack of fist against skin. Dulled and slogging from the alcohol ( price for even the best of nights, apparently ). Theen visceral, unforgiving, unavoidable contact that shatters across her. Then her head jerks with the motion, body twisting, neck snapping into the momentum, and she forcefully catches herself against the kitchen bench. Gasping and - she can't hear anything, a sudden surge of adrenalin that drowns almost everything else as the second after the shock, the pain sets in.
The world churns, she's - drunk, and her heart is pounding - and her markings flare to life as she leans forward to spit up a mouthful of blood where her teeth cut the inside of her cheek, dribbling messily as she spits it up. Her eyes wet and swimming and - tears, she registers, a natural reaction to pain so she's found. Gripping tightly to the edge, her feet slipping in the effort to keep herself up, she scrunches her eyes up tightly. First time for everything and Vault Hunters took worse hits than this, when they did - they did - they fired back. There'd be bullets, the raw of fighting but - Angel can't manage much else but holding herself up as the pain bloomed heavy in her jaw, her cheek. Gasping raggedly as she swallowed back on her own blood, shaking, bringing a hand to her face, like she still - can't - quite believe it. ]