( for the noise, Armin's attention lifts to the other man. his face is tired, pale, and haggard.
Armin nods, half present, and places a palm on either thigh; the motion of one arm, slow, fighting to work cleaved muscle and flesh. (Armin is certain he will lose full use of the arm.)
on impact, Armin flinches, a simultaneous process that contracts every muscle, painfully tight, and balls his hands into fists, nails hard against his palms. his throat dries; he feels faint and nauseous all at once. falling forward, the initial cry of pain draws quiet. Armin pants, gathering himself. the wound feels hot.
what springs forth is not blood, though, but wisps of steam, trapt against the hand of another. )
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Armin nods, half present, and places a palm on either thigh; the motion of one arm, slow, fighting to work cleaved muscle and flesh. (Armin is certain he will lose full use of the arm.)
on impact, Armin flinches, a simultaneous process that contracts every muscle, painfully tight, and balls his hands into fists, nails hard against his palms. his throat dries; he feels faint and nauseous all at once. falling forward, the initial cry of pain draws quiet. Armin pants, gathering himself. the wound feels hot.
what springs forth is not blood, though, but wisps of steam, trapt against the hand of another. )