[He's like a storm come to carry her away. In the corners of her darkening vision, she can see the flashes of lightning, and in her head, can hear the echoes of the thunder booming around her. The shrieks of the ghosts ring out before they disappear one by one, along with their grip. She watches it all, wishing that she could do more, but all she can do is lie on the ground, wheezing and coughing and trying to breathe air back into her lungs after she screamed it all out. He drives them away quickly, so quick that she barely has time to register that he had semi-primed at all before he rushes at her.
Her vision is darkening, and she isn't sure whether it was the trip down, the speckles of black ooze that stick to her clothes, or the effects of the Farplane or even this place further down kicking in sooner than she hoped, but her consciousness is fading, and she is fighting to keep it.
She fights long enough, at least, to feel his arms take her and pull her to him, and enough that she can find the place on his chest where she can bury her face, her breaths coming uneven, panicked and stuttered through sobs, while she holds onto him like he is the only thing keeping her from being pulled further in.]
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Her vision is darkening, and she isn't sure whether it was the trip down, the speckles of black ooze that stick to her clothes, or the effects of the Farplane or even this place further down kicking in sooner than she hoped, but her consciousness is fading, and she is fighting to keep it.
She fights long enough, at least, to feel his arms take her and pull her to him, and enough that she can find the place on his chest where she can bury her face, her breaths coming uneven, panicked and stuttered through sobs, while she holds onto him like he is the only thing keeping her from being pulled further in.]