[he couldn't let go even if he wanted to. the icy feeling locks his hand around the hand of...The-Blur-That-Might-Be-Him...
it rushes up his arm like a biting winter wind; just short of being agony as it seeps through skin and into bone. the voice in his head sounds like the crackling of ice by his ear, and his heart goes as cold as the rest of him.
finally letting go, Martin stumbles back a few steeps, clearly unsteady on his feet. saying he's "pale" doesn't do his lack of pallor justice, and the horror in his unseeing gaze speaks of something that hit too deep.]
I--
[gulp]
B-bathroom--
[Martin fumbles for the wall behind him, and slides along it - still staring at...that blur... - feeling quite sick and just needing to get away, to breathe]
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it rushes up his arm like a biting winter wind; just short of being agony as it seeps through skin and into bone. the voice in his head sounds like the crackling of ice by his ear, and his heart goes as cold as the rest of him.
finally letting go, Martin stumbles back a few steeps, clearly unsteady on his feet. saying he's "pale" doesn't do his lack of pallor justice, and the horror in his unseeing gaze speaks of something that hit too deep.]
I--
[gulp]
B-bathroom--
[Martin fumbles for the wall behind him, and slides along it - still staring at...that blur... - feeling quite sick and just needing to get away, to breathe]