Re: Bank of the Underground Lake
The world pounded with a ferocity he had never known before, his heart hammering a heavy rhythm that left him light-headed and reeling. His hand clutched at the fabric over his chest, fingers rubbing, the heel of his palm pressed tight, trying to ease the ache that showed no signs of settling or easing. The pain was a start contrast to the gentleness of her smile, the light touch that had him flinching back in pain. Groping upwards, he rested his hand upon her shoulder even as she pushed him back against the bank.
"I just wanted to help you," he whispered in a voice wrought with pain and agony, looking up towards her, all wisps of silk and danger that he could now plainly see. The color had drained from his face, lips pale, fingers clawing at his chest as he tore part of his coat away, the shirt beneath, rubbing at that place above his heart that hurt more than he had ever felt in his life. Arching somewhat, he made a soft sound in the back of his throat.