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Verona
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The ease with which she smacked his weapon away was worrying to an almost panic-worthy level, but he couldn't find it in himself to put forth that sort of effort. As he'd gotten weaker, she'd gotten stronger, and the sting of where she'd smacked across his wrist was just as distracting as the forlorn thought that his knife was gone. He would find it later, but in the moment with his head fuzzy it felt like a loss. At the very least, he could be glad that she could still heal like vampires could, even if that wasn't fully what she was. Part of him still wondered if he'd been right in deciding she was half of both, a monstrosity that shouldn't have been able to live so long and look so normal. And yet, here she was.
He had to put both hands on the ground when she let him go, black creeping in around the edges of his vision as a nauseating wave of dizziness passed over him. When she pulled the coat into his lap, he put a hand over it instinctively, and curling his fingers into the thick fabric of it was grounding somehow. With slow, shaky motions, he put one arm through the sleeve, and fumbled for far too long to get the other sleeve around, then finally pulled the garment closed around him, the collar tucked loosely around his neck. If life were a cartoon, he thought, there would be birds flying circles around his head.
Foolishly, he tried to stand to go after his knife, and even though he did so slowly and carefully he managed only a couple of steps before the planet tilted at sharp angles and he fell flat on his ass. Defeated, he flopped over onto his back and groaned at the nausea that earned him, then just blinked dazedly up at the sky and tried to think. He would survive for now, and when he had some more strength and balance back he would pick himself up and go back to the pack, find himself something to eat to regain the rest of his strength.
". . . I hope you know how much you owe me. . ." Isaac mumbled groggily, and didn't expect an answer as he waited for the world to stop spinning so strangely.
He had to put both hands on the ground when she let him go, black creeping in around the edges of his vision as a nauseating wave of dizziness passed over him. When she pulled the coat into his lap, he put a hand over it instinctively, and curling his fingers into the thick fabric of it was grounding somehow. With slow, shaky motions, he put one arm through the sleeve, and fumbled for far too long to get the other sleeve around, then finally pulled the garment closed around him, the collar tucked loosely around his neck. If life were a cartoon, he thought, there would be birds flying circles around his head.
Foolishly, he tried to stand to go after his knife, and even though he did so slowly and carefully he managed only a couple of steps before the planet tilted at sharp angles and he fell flat on his ass. Defeated, he flopped over onto his back and groaned at the nausea that earned him, then just blinked dazedly up at the sky and tried to think. He would survive for now, and when he had some more strength and balance back he would pick himself up and go back to the pack, find himself something to eat to regain the rest of his strength.
". . . I hope you know how much you owe me. . ." Isaac mumbled groggily, and didn't expect an answer as he waited for the world to stop spinning so strangely.