[ the world seems to sway on it's axis even as baein barely moves, doesn't look away from hunter, eyes wide and lips parted. he hears him, but the words are muffled as if there's cotton in his ears, his own breaths a little too loud in his own head. when he finally stumbles half a step further into the room, almost slips and stumbles to catch himself against the sink, the world seems to slow down around himself and hunter, particles and droplets of blood in the air floating around them like a slow moving morbid mist.
baein doesn't even try to stop himself as he all but slips to fall to his knees in front of hunter, feeling the slippery wet of blood against his bare skin.
and the door somehow slams shut behind him without him moving a muscle. ]
What's... going on...?
[ it startles him how his voice comes out like a wheeze and barely able to squeeze through his windpipe, and baein breath's hitches, hands shaking as he reaches out to touch hunter. ]
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baein doesn't even try to stop himself as he all but slips to fall to his knees in front of hunter, feeling the slippery wet of blood against his bare skin.
and the door somehow slams shut behind him without him moving a muscle. ]
What's... going on...?
[ it startles him how his voice comes out like a wheeze and barely able to squeeze through his windpipe, and baein breath's hitches, hands shaking as he reaches out to touch hunter. ]