[ The body pushes her against the wall, trapped under the heavy weight of her own despair and disorientation. Her chest heaves, wrist twisting in his grip. Her other hand has found his hair, and tangled there-- but for a few brief moments, she seems to stand frozen, trying to keep fighting but running up against walls of darkness on every side as the fear spirals out of control.
Ciri closes her eyes, as if to brace herself for the worst.
And then, instead of the cold hand of death around her throat, she feels something else. A warmth. Pressed to her lips, soft and alive.
She stops struggling. Nearly stops breathing. Heartbeat racing, pounding in her temples, Ciri shudders and goes still, sinking back against the wall as the adrenaline leaves her and her knees go weak.
The crack in the plaster spreads, creaking as the building itself shudders behind her to match. ]
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Ciri closes her eyes, as if to brace herself for the worst.
And then, instead of the cold hand of death around her throat, she feels something else. A warmth. Pressed to her lips, soft and alive.
She stops struggling. Nearly stops breathing. Heartbeat racing, pounding in her temples, Ciri shudders and goes still, sinking back against the wall as the adrenaline leaves her and her knees go weak.
The crack in the plaster spreads, creaking as the building itself shudders behind her to match. ]