[ hehe, they're twinsies, because that's going into his arm too, too slow to react and too hesitant to let go of the weapon in his hand, driven into her body. the red that spills from her is—
the red that spills from him is—
he tries not to give her the satisfaction of a pathetic sound of pain, but it comes out regardless. a harsh, hateful gasp — sharp, desperate, and scared as sinclair attempts to push her to the ground with her knife in him and his knife in her.
her fucking voice... shrill, close, is a whistle that drives him mad.
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the red that spills from him is—
he tries not to give her the satisfaction of a pathetic sound of pain, but it comes out regardless. a harsh, hateful gasp — sharp, desperate, and scared as sinclair attempts to push her to the ground with her knife in him and his knife in her.
her fucking voice... shrill, close, is a whistle that drives him mad.
die die die die di— ]
Ah... Shut up... SHUT UP—!
[ it's so real.
her, the pain, the knife, the blood
it hurts, and it's so real. ]