[ she rolls away the second he's gone. The blade the only thing she holds onto. Gripped as tightly as she can, her other hand reaching up to that ripped open wound. Breathing hard, her whole body shaking in the blood loss that makes her scramble, desperately - she doesn't know who arrived. Doesn't know if her fate with him will be better - and as her mind rebels to every single thing, that guttural scream that goes and goes and goes and wants to claw at herself further, remove that feeling further of his teeth. She does not care about the wound, it is only blood, and blood she has spilt a hundred times.
But that feeling? That feeling cuts, guts her deep, doesn't know why she isn't dead? THe blade relinquished only to reaching for the phial around her neck. Bringing it up to her lips, drinking from it deeply. Her hands shaking to hold it, that thud - thud - thud of her heart getting slower from the edge she hangs onto. ]
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But that feeling? That feeling cuts, guts her deep, doesn't know why she isn't dead? THe blade relinquished only to reaching for the phial around her neck. Bringing it up to her lips, drinking from it deeply. Her hands shaking to hold it, that thud - thud - thud of her heart getting slower from the edge she hangs onto. ]