[ dextera wishes eustace would simply give up. surely the aggressor in this situation has the luxury of walking away and pretending this encounter never happened—but maybe eustace doesn’t want to. there’s no reason for him to decide that dextera should escape this, beyond a couple moments of silence.
eustace’s fingers fit around his ankle without an issue, but the sensation of being grabbed—far more than being stabbed or even just smacked across the face—causes an inexplicable panic to rise in him. the confidence he briefly showed, the calm in handling his own injury, disappears at the sensation of something tight around his ankle. ]
—?!
[ as if just now realizing he’s in danger, dextera’s movements turn erratic. while eustace successfully gets him off balance, it’s less eustace’s fault directly and more an additional consequence of dextera suddenly trying to writhe away. he hits the ground with a thud that knocks the breath out of his lungs, but his fingers scramble for purchase in the ground to try to yank himself out of eustace’s grip. ]
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eustace’s fingers fit around his ankle without an issue, but the sensation of being grabbed—far more than being stabbed or even just smacked across the face—causes an inexplicable panic to rise in him. the confidence he briefly showed, the calm in handling his own injury, disappears at the sensation of something tight around his ankle. ]
—?!
[ as if just now realizing he’s in danger, dextera’s movements turn erratic. while eustace successfully gets him off balance, it’s less eustace’s fault directly and more an additional consequence of dextera suddenly trying to writhe away. he hits the ground with a thud that knocks the breath out of his lungs, but his fingers scramble for purchase in the ground to try to yank himself out of eustace’s grip. ]