[the impact of their tangled bodies hitting the benches was negligible, the sort of jolt she'd have been able to ignore even before she began drinking accursed blood. it was like the ring of the bell - a round start, not something to flinch away from. her parents had always despaired over how eager she'd been to get into scraps as a child, but if they could see her now...
the novice interrupts that train of thought by grabbing her forearm in a manner that is certainly not trivial. it's good, she assures herself, biting down hard on her own lower lip to deny this shitstain the satisfaction of even a pined grunt; now her full attention is on this tussle. Hazel's stronger than she looks - not that that's difficult to achieve - and stronger still for having begun her journey towards vampirism, but there was no pretending she wasn't outclassed here. her opponent had simply been given more time than she was to cultivate their abilities, physical and otherwise, and no amount of burning anger would overturn that.
she's already considering her options for a potential surprise attack once the severe ass-beating starts when the vague shape of a crutch flashes past her peripheral vision. it startles her more than the disgusting sound which follows, bringing her gaze up rather than down to the novice she was still desperately fighting to remain straddling...until the screaming started, anyway.
it should curdle her heart and bring her lunch back up onto the snow, that sound. in an indistinct, clinical way Hazel would know that, and she'd sluggishly fight to reach the proper emotions she could feel just a little further back in her own heart. her fingers were nearly brushing against them, but Yuri's expression brings a gate crashing down around them with the thought it provokes.
this novice must be beautiful right now.
was that her own voice she heard, or someone else's? she can't say with any certainty as the ground shifts around her, flickering between ice and cobblestone as her memories staged a mutiny. even Yuri seemed as if he was threatening to pop straight out of existence, the phantom of a far more sinister figure vying for his place in her world. because this was her world now, wasn't it? rage against it as she might, this was the existence she'd never be able to fully escape - and these were her people now, cheering around them both for the agony of their own brethren.]
...shit, not even worth fucking up the benches.
[the novice feels pathetic, writhing underneath her as they were now. Hazel's comment to her companion carries the same apathetic derision as Yuri's, but catching flash after flash of that ruptured eyeball would begin to stir up something more frenzied. she hated it. she fucking hated all of this. she just wanted to make it fucking stop-
her fists would come down on the novice's face like a sledgehammer, marring an already ruined visage. it didn't matter though, did it? they'd heal back to pristine condition after an infirmary trip. nothing was permanent but the violence, the lesson to be imprinted on the soul rather than flesh...with every bitter thought her hands would come back down on the asshole, her own expression twisting tighter and tighter with hideous mania.
she needed to stop, she knew, but when did monsters ever obey even their own desires? (she and Yuri were once again quite the matching pair.)]
makes the eye scream work...
the novice interrupts that train of thought by grabbing her forearm in a manner that is certainly not trivial. it's good, she assures herself, biting down hard on her own lower lip to deny this shitstain the satisfaction of even a pined grunt; now her full attention is on this tussle. Hazel's stronger than she looks - not that that's difficult to achieve - and stronger still for having begun her journey towards vampirism, but there was no pretending she wasn't outclassed here. her opponent had simply been given more time than she was to cultivate their abilities, physical and otherwise, and no amount of burning anger would overturn that.
she's already considering her options for a potential surprise attack once the severe ass-beating starts when the vague shape of a crutch flashes past her peripheral vision. it startles her more than the disgusting sound which follows, bringing her gaze up rather than down to the novice she was still desperately fighting to remain straddling...until the screaming started, anyway.
it should curdle her heart and bring her lunch back up onto the snow, that sound. in an indistinct, clinical way Hazel would know that, and she'd sluggishly fight to reach the proper emotions she could feel just a little further back in her own heart. her fingers were nearly brushing against them, but Yuri's expression brings a gate crashing down around them with the thought it provokes.
this novice must be beautiful right now.
was that her own voice she heard, or someone else's? she can't say with any certainty as the ground shifts around her, flickering between ice and cobblestone as her memories staged a mutiny. even Yuri seemed as if he was threatening to pop straight out of existence, the phantom of a far more sinister figure vying for his place in her world. because this was her world now, wasn't it? rage against it as she might, this was the existence she'd never be able to fully escape - and these were her people now, cheering around them both for the agony of their own brethren.]
...shit, not even worth fucking up the benches.
[the novice feels pathetic, writhing underneath her as they were now. Hazel's comment to her companion carries the same apathetic derision as Yuri's, but catching flash after flash of that ruptured eyeball would begin to stir up something more frenzied. she hated it. she fucking hated all of this. she just wanted to make it fucking stop-
her fists would come down on the novice's face like a sledgehammer, marring an already ruined visage. it didn't matter though, did it? they'd heal back to pristine condition after an infirmary trip. nothing was permanent but the violence, the lesson to be imprinted on the soul rather than flesh...with every bitter thought her hands would come back down on the asshole, her own expression twisting tighter and tighter with hideous mania.
she needed to stop, she knew, but when did monsters ever obey even their own desires? (she and Yuri were once again quite the matching pair.)]