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tdr_backup2010-01-13 08:28 pm
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Downward Spiral
~Snape regains consciousness very slowly; he's not sure if he'd died or just suffered enough head trauma to knock him out, but decides it doesn't matter. He hurts all over, and he's sure there are a lot of broken bones, but at least no one is trying to eat him. He knows there's something he needs to do, but he can't remember what it is. Very slowly and painfully, he drags himself over to the cliff's edge and huddles miserably against the rocks.
He remembers how his body practically threw itself off the cliff; even now, his limbs are twitching as if trying to jump again, but he's not sure if that's a matter of rebellion or of involuntary reactions to pain. And he still needs to do something, though he has no idea how he's to do it in his condition, should he remember what it is.
He tries to think harder and is rewarded with a foggy image. Yes, he remembers now. He ought to find Wesley. He tries to lift his head to look around but the pain and dizziness is terrible, and his neck doesn't seem to want to do its job. His jaw is broken and hangs limply; he can't form any words, even if he could get his lungs to force enough air from him to yell. He groans softly and collapses, hoping Wesley isn't too far away.~
He remembers how his body practically threw itself off the cliff; even now, his limbs are twitching as if trying to jump again, but he's not sure if that's a matter of rebellion or of involuntary reactions to pain. And he still needs to do something, though he has no idea how he's to do it in his condition, should he remember what it is.
He tries to think harder and is rewarded with a foggy image. Yes, he remembers now. He ought to find Wesley. He tries to lift his head to look around but the pain and dizziness is terrible, and his neck doesn't seem to want to do its job. His jaw is broken and hangs limply; he can't form any words, even if he could get his lungs to force enough air from him to yell. He groans softly and collapses, hoping Wesley isn't too far away.~
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*Snape straightens and turns around, rubbing dirt onto his body as Wesley does, with some minor issues with his arms, which adds to his already still-bruised body. He starts to scrape his hands against the walls carefully but instead his hands start tearing at it, as Wesley had guessed the miners do.*
Oh, bugger.
*Rock and body parts are torn free as Snape helplessly and against his will begins to dig. He tries not to dwell on the various organs and bits of flesh he is inadvertantly uncovering and shredding.*
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*grabs Snape's arm and hauls him back. He visibly fights to remain still, his legs wanting to walk him into the wall; instead, he drops to the ground, bringing Snape with him.*
Let's just sit a moment. We could both use some healing.
*seconds tick by in oppressive silence.*
What's your favorite color?
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I haven't given it much thought.
You have something dangling from your left ear; I think it flew there when I was digging.
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Mine's blue. Terribly cliche', I know. I've never been terribly imaginative.
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I wouldn't worry overly much about your cliche' taste in color.
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What was yours at the Academy? Antidotes?
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*But before he can finish his response, his Entire body pitces forward and before Snape can react, he has him held fast in a deadly competent stranglehold.*
Snape! I can't control myself! You've got to break free!
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