Totoka River keep cool but care

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more than the teeth tearing at his face, more than the pain, what really grated at him was yunxu's eyes; his stomach rolled over and moaned but he was captivated for what felt like hours compressed into a single moment. yunxu's eyes, they were the exact same shade as a clear blue sky viewed through the brain of someone running on an adderall high thick enough to stand a spoon in.

blood rolled down his neck, bubbled up under his lips. with their matted hair and wild faces, owlglass and yunxu are wasted gods gridlocked in a pointless fistfight.

he lashed out, again, but his teeth closed over nothing but air. the sensation, like missing a step on your way downstairs. vertigo slams his insides up and down but his body remains on earth, in-between yunxu's incisors, his canines, all the way back to his molars.

a muzzled dog, owlglass lurched left and right and in configurations that pushed at the conventions of physics. he refused imprisonment. he refused the master.