[ That's it. The choked rush of air, the resistance. Koltira laughs as Fate grabs his arm, and it's a terrible sound--broken, jagged, despairing. He wants this and he doesn't want it, and the latter truth dogs him now. Pulling, faintly, on the edges of his consciousness.
He loses the thread when Fate bites him. Hissing in pain, Koltira yanks his hand away--but at the same time, his fingers close tight around Fate's throat, crushing his windpipe. He digs his knee in, the sharp edge of it jabbing against the flat plane of Fate's stomach.
Exhaling hard, he bends low over Fate, his long hair brushing against the other man's chest.
He whispers in Fate's ear, his voice deceptively soft; smooth and lilting. ]
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He loses the thread when Fate bites him. Hissing in pain, Koltira yanks his hand away--but at the same time, his fingers close tight around Fate's throat, crushing his windpipe. He digs his knee in, the sharp edge of it jabbing against the flat plane of Fate's stomach.
Exhaling hard, he bends low over Fate, his long hair brushing against the other man's chest.
He whispers in Fate's ear, his voice deceptively soft; smooth and lilting. ]
Scream.