[There's a distinctive change, in all monster's demeanor when they finally lock into actually feeding, so Celeste knows it's coming. Atem's hands don't wander. That exhale instead signals a different sort of urge entirely, and comes on the heels of his arms almost locking into place. Sudden tension runs through his muscles in a grip no human could hope to break, and even a monster would have to work for. A simple, feral instinct; uncomplicated in it's raw control.
Still, she doesn't fight him.
It would be wasted effort, her whirring brain reminding her that she has to conserve as much energy as she can, if she's supposed to survive. jerk. Celeste just keeps breathing through grit teeth. The pain is manageable, particularly for someone who's burned alive before...
And then there's a strange, warm sort of numbness. Like when a limb falls asleep, but it's starting nearest to the wound. Carried quickly by the artery, Celeste feels her head start to list more to the side, unconsciously relaxing. Her eyes are having trouble staying open, even as she's fighting them from closing.
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2021-07-14 22:20 (UTC)Still, she doesn't fight him.
It would be wasted effort, her whirring brain reminding her that she has to conserve as much energy as she can, if she's supposed to survive.
jerk.Celeste just keeps breathing through grit teeth. The pain is manageable, particularly for someone who's burned alive before...And then there's a strange, warm sort of numbness. Like when a limb falls asleep, but it's starting nearest to the wound. Carried quickly by the artery, Celeste feels her head start to list more to the side, unconsciously relaxing. Her eyes are having trouble staying open, even as she's fighting them from closing.
Wh-]