( Probably would've been a good idea to go ahead and pin him. There's a brief, flickering glance at Geralt that might bely the fact that he's considering mentioning that too, but ultimately decides not to. Hell, maybe it won't be that bad. He's been through some shit, maybe he'll be fine, how bad could it possibly-
It's bad. Jesus god damn motherfucking Christ on a hotplate, it sucks dick. If he thought his lungs were burning before, now it feels like they're literally on fire. The reaction's entirely physiological, instant, knee-jerk reflex. Instinct drives him to try and throw himself away, backward, down onto the ground, teeth bared into a snarl, flailing as the muscles convulse and protest. As they try to suck in air to yell, but can't. The sensation of drowning as his throat closes, as he tries desperately to drag oxygen in that just won't come.
And then the constriction eases all at once, and he audibly gasps it in like he's breaching the surface after diving too deep. The tension in his muscles eases, the flailing slows to a stop. His eyes go momentarily wide, and when he exhales, it's with a dark curl of ashen smoke on his breath like a friggin' dragon or something.
At the tail end of the exhale, in a whisper-hoarse flurry of rapid fire words: )
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It's bad. Jesus god damn motherfucking Christ on a hotplate, it sucks dick. If he thought his lungs were burning before, now it feels like they're literally on fire. The reaction's entirely physiological, instant, knee-jerk reflex. Instinct drives him to try and throw himself away, backward, down onto the ground, teeth bared into a snarl, flailing as the muscles convulse and protest. As they try to suck in air to yell, but can't. The sensation of drowning as his throat closes, as he tries desperately to drag oxygen in that just won't come.
And then the constriction eases all at once, and he audibly gasps it in like he's breaching the surface after diving too deep. The tension in his muscles eases, the flailing slows to a stop. His eyes go momentarily wide, and when he exhales, it's with a dark curl of ashen smoke on his breath like a friggin' dragon or something.
At the tail end of the exhale, in a whisper-hoarse flurry of rapid fire words: )
Goddamnyouandyourhandsomereassuringfaceyousonuvabitch-
( Deep, deep inhale. )