Re: May's house: Jeze/May
[Eyrbrows up at Jeze's warning, a frowning glance over at her mother, a shake of her head for the puppeteer. And then the air was gone. It was like an exhaled breath that didn't stop, and it didn't take her body long to start to express its displeasure. She tried to gasp in, but nothing happened at first, with Jeze still pulling on the air. The sounds from her throat were chokingly desperate, dry gurgles searching for oxygen. The world pulsed and greyed around her for too long, her hands scrabbling weakly at the ceramic coated iron of the tub, her whole body tightening with what threatened to be the start of a convulsion.
And then she could breathe in again. A full, deep pull that was cold all the way to her core, everything expanding again and suddenly too sharply bright. With that first breath, her entire rebelled again, sending her into a coughing jag that wracked her whole body. It lasted over a minute, and when it finally began to ease, there were words mixed in with the sharp hacks, each one a blistering cursing swear.]