Dmitri shrieks, falling halfway to the floor before Thane catches her by the neck, holding her up with one hand. She nearly blacks out at the shock, at the constant continued of dead weight dragging at white pain, and she can feel her pinions brushing at odd angles at the back of her calves. It's not the first time an angel has broken their wings, and they can heal right up if they're splinted well and soon, but she doesn't think that's going to happen anytime soon. Really, her mind's not even on the topic – it's too flooded with endorphins and screaming nocireceptors, and the way Thane is holding her isn't helping with that.
Really, it'd be nice just to black out, here. But then Thane is slapping her face, running quick fingers over her skull, triggering additional headaches as he coaxes bloodflow to her brain, as he holds her up above consciousness with both hands. She tempers the next yell into a stream of obscenities, not paying much attention to what it starts on or where it ends up.
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Date: 2008-10-03 09:03 pm (UTC)Really, it'd be nice just to black out, here. But then Thane is slapping her face, running quick fingers over her skull, triggering additional headaches as he coaxes bloodflow to her brain, as he holds her up above consciousness with both hands. She tempers the next yell into a stream of obscenities, not paying much attention to what it starts on or where it ends up.