[If one's predilection is to hyperventilate, it's possible, if one knows, to circumvent as much.
L is deathly pale as the monster crashes and crushes on the other side of the divider, his hand stuck and the rest of him with it. The mist is thick and he is trapped, with Lycka on the other side to face it.
It will kill or devour her, soul that she is, smoke that she is. A ligththeadedness takes him and his eyes roll back, and in the uncertain shapes between sight and mind, he sees through his orca omen's eyes.
She bites, and gouges. She charges and topples. There's a beauty to the lethal way her form works and strikes. Together, they are more than a match for that skeleton, as formidable and massive as it manages to impose itself on them.
It falls, with Lycka darting and biting, and L murmuring softly with his eyes closed, recognizing the theorems and solving them with forced and harried sighs. the answer is nigh, and so is the exit, and when it appears, he wastes no time.
True to his word, he was just looking for an exit, ragged thing that he is, desperate thing that he is. He even reaches towards the light that will allow him to awaken, probably in a hospital with fluids forced through his veins.
He's like this. Relentless, agreeable to the most disquieting sacrifices. John should know.]
no subject
L is deathly pale as the monster crashes and crushes on the other side of the divider, his hand stuck and the rest of him with it. The mist is thick and he is trapped, with Lycka on the other side to face it.
It will kill or devour her, soul that she is, smoke that she is. A ligththeadedness takes him and his eyes roll back, and in the uncertain shapes between sight and mind, he sees through his orca omen's eyes.
She bites, and gouges. She charges and topples. There's a beauty to the lethal way her form works and strikes. Together, they are more than a match for that skeleton, as formidable and massive as it manages to impose itself on them.
It falls, with Lycka darting and biting, and L murmuring softly with his eyes closed, recognizing the theorems and solving them with forced and harried sighs. the answer is nigh, and so is the exit, and when it appears, he wastes no time.
True to his word, he was just looking for an exit, ragged thing that he is, desperate thing that he is. He even reaches towards the light that will allow him to awaken, probably in a hospital with fluids forced through his veins.
He's like this. Relentless, agreeable to the most disquieting sacrifices. John should know.]