Aiden Shepard [ Abraham Van Helsing ] (arcere) wrote in bellumlogs,
Though he wanted to respond, he couldn't. Aiden tried to breathe in again but the grip around his neck was ridiculous. The part of his mind that had been trying to retreat earlier was switching to panic mode in earnest, desperate to get to the rest of his brain and tell him how stupid he was being, but it wasn't as if he could do much about this, except keep attacking --
Vlad shoved him back again. Aiden tried to brace his weight. And then his right leg was jerked out from under him.
In an instant the panic blossomed, and so did the pain as his back slammed into the ground and suddenly he was being pinned down by the man he hated most in all existence, who hated him just as much (probably), and who had his hands locked and crushing around Aiden's throat.
he could move but he couldn't breathe oh fuck oh fuck he was going to die even in a dream
For a second he dug his nails in as hard as possible, then dragged one hand down to try and shove them into Vlad's own nails - into the cuticles, under the nails themselves, because this, he'd once heard, was unbelievably agonizing. And right now, all he wanted to do was get those hands off his throat.
He started thrashing wildly, too, because secondary was getting Vlad off him, and if he could do both at once, all the better.