Gideon is past any ability to respond, because when Harrow said I am changing to Earth the siphoning shifted and all she can do is fall over, pathetically, mouth open in a mute scream. The cold fingers of Harrow's siphon turn grasping; they grip her stomach and lungs, sink into her bones. Everything aches like a badly-healed fracture, everything spins and starbursts explode in her vision.
We're doing it, she hears Harrow say, from a distance, and she gathers herself, lurches into the connection like she's throwing logs on a fire. Air is burning in her lungs and every one of her nerves feels like someone has doused them with gasoline and lit them on fire and she's hollowing out, but there's plenty left. For Harrow, there's everything.
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Date: 2020-10-22 04:47 pm (UTC)We're doing it, she hears Harrow say, from a distance, and she gathers herself, lurches into the connection like she's throwing logs on a fire. Air is burning in her lungs and every one of her nerves feels like someone has doused them with gasoline and lit them on fire and she's hollowing out, but there's plenty left. For Harrow, there's everything.