[ In the best of circumstances, Blackbeard isn't a fan of being touched by someone he's never met, or having magic-whatever pumped into him, especially the kind that's killing the fucking grass?? But this is about the opposite of the best of circumstances, and Blackbeard is also a huge fucking fan of not dying. So, trying to keep the coughing behind his teeth, he tries to get his boots under him and lay down.
Which he does, but it's also fucking painful to lie down with a knife in your side, and choking on your own blood, holy shit?? Practically writhing on the ground, he tries to lean onto the injured side and curl up like a dying insect. Meaning to clutch the hilt of the knife, he ends up just grabbing onto her hands instead. They're dry to the touch, no blood on them like they should be, and he wonders if maybe she's sucking the blood out of him like the color from the grass. At least it'll be a quicker death if she is. ]
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Which he does, but it's also fucking painful to lie down with a knife in your side, and choking on your own blood, holy shit?? Practically writhing on the ground, he tries to lean onto the injured side and curl up like a dying insect. Meaning to clutch the hilt of the knife, he ends up just grabbing onto her hands instead. They're dry to the touch, no blood on them like they should be, and he wonders if maybe she's sucking the blood out of him like the color from the grass. At least it'll be a quicker death if she is. ]