[ so about that pervasive feeling of dread, which just intensified dramatically,
she lifts her head at the sound of his voice to fix him with a dead-eyed stare— literally dead-eyed. they've gone from the same neon blue as her hair to a dark, dull color, clouded over the way a corpse's would be. ]
... it hurt.
[ her wrists are pretty obviously at the very least mangled from the cuffs cutting into them, if not outright broken from the drop, so this declaration is probably not all that surprising. ]
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she lifts her head at the sound of his voice to fix him with a dead-eyed stare— literally dead-eyed. they've gone from the same neon blue as her hair to a dark, dull color, clouded over the way a corpse's would be. ]
... it hurt.
[ her wrists are pretty obviously at the very least mangled from the cuffs cutting into them, if not outright broken from the drop, so this declaration is probably not all that surprising. ]