( Everything happens so fast that Peter doesn't have time to process any of it. It's all instinctual, kneejerk, yelling and thrashing as his body reacts to so suddenly being trapped somewhere constricted and hot and wet. Somewhere he can barely breathe β it feels like he's suffocating, and panic begins to take hold, he can't breatheβ
Almost just as quickly as it started, it changes again, and all of a sudden Peter's being jostled violently around, continuing to scream. Long arms are flailing and flailing and suddenly.... they're able to push outwards. Whatever was withholding him has slackened up, and the teen immediately starts scrambling towards freedom, clawing his way out of the hot, wet bag he's still covered in. As soon as he realises he's able to breathe fresh air, he's practically gulping it in with loud gasps. Relieved, eyes wet; he's not dead.
That's when a voice sounds and Peter's head snaps to the side to see who's spoken. Immediately, a fresh fear hits him like a tidal wave, and he gasps in fright, trying to scramble away from the person, but not making much traction due to being covered in slippery stomach juices. Still, his nails shove into the dirt beneath himself, trying as hard as he can to put some distance between them. )
Maul?!
( On some level he does realise that the person before him is a different shade than the Sith Lord Peter knows so very well, but he can't perceive the guy as anyone different. Not immediately, anyway, caught in the throes of panic. Peter's starting to sound dangerously close to hyperventilating; this is all too fucking much. )
cw: dead frog, gore
Almost just as quickly as it started, it changes again, and all of a sudden Peter's being jostled violently around, continuing to scream. Long arms are flailing and flailing and suddenly.... they're able to push outwards. Whatever was withholding him has slackened up, and the teen immediately starts scrambling towards freedom, clawing his way out of the hot, wet bag he's still covered in. As soon as he realises he's able to breathe fresh air, he's practically gulping it in with loud gasps. Relieved, eyes wet; he's not dead.
That's when a voice sounds and Peter's head snaps to the side to see who's spoken. Immediately, a fresh fear hits him like a tidal wave, and he gasps in fright, trying to scramble away from the person, but not making much traction due to being covered in slippery stomach juices. Still, his nails shove into the dirt beneath himself, trying as hard as he can to put some distance between them. )
Maul?!
( On some level he does realise that the person before him is a different shade than the Sith Lord Peter knows so very well, but he can't perceive the guy as anyone different. Not immediately, anyway, caught in the throes of panic. Peter's starting to sound dangerously close to hyperventilating; this is all too fucking much. )