[ everything is a haze -- and every sway, every motion is nausea inducing. bile sits at the back of his throat, the bite marks gnawing at his stomach, trepidation stalling his movements.
his shoulders shift onto seimei's lap, and his chest heaves up and down, up and down in an attempt to regulate his own breathing. sha-ming lapses into silence before finally speaking-- ]
1/2
his shoulders shift onto seimei's lap, and his chest heaves up and down, up and down in an attempt to regulate his own breathing. sha-ming lapses into silence before finally speaking-- ]
Hey...
[ a beat. ]