[ it feels like dying. when ianthe's finger forces its way into her mouth, it tastes like ash and death too. like she can sense the aleksander's life was snuffed out, that she had done it, like it's now a part of her that's snuffed out too.
she fights to pull ianthe's hand out of her mouth, frantic, urgent, desperate to spare her the pain as alina bites down, gritting her teeth against the pain again, trying to withstand it, to survive it just a little longer.
the pain dims a little, manageable, as alina's clavicle seals up, her power healing her as it always has. feeding on itself. her hair shinier, her skin smoother, her eyes brighter. but that wholeness lasts for only a moment. the pain grows worse, and alina looks down to realize why it feels like being stabbed — the bone grows out of her collarbone in cruel juts, long spikes curling like a crown of antlers around her neck.
she gasps, reels, a low and dreadful whine in the back of her throat. ]
cw: big body horror hours
she fights to pull ianthe's hand out of her mouth, frantic, urgent, desperate to spare her the pain as alina bites down, gritting her teeth against the pain again, trying to withstand it, to survive it just a little longer.
the pain dims a little, manageable, as alina's clavicle seals up, her power healing her as it always has. feeding on itself. her hair shinier, her skin smoother, her eyes brighter. but that wholeness lasts for only a moment. the pain grows worse, and alina looks down to realize why it feels like being stabbed — the bone grows out of her collarbone in cruel juts, long spikes curling like a crown of antlers around her neck.
she gasps, reels, a low and dreadful whine in the back of her throat. ]