![]() “Varian, oh my gosh, are you ok?” She’s afraid but concerned, and he can hear it in her voice. His head feels heavy and off balance, and his teeth feel like they’re too big for his mouth which is weird because he thought they were big before but they never felt like this. His head is lifted by delicate and gentle hands, and he feels so tired but he can see her face in front of his and he hurts. “Ra-pun-zel?” He wheezes, croaks, confused. He supposed that was the reason his father insisted on him wearing gloves. Potassium had been hard to get, and he hand expect it to react to his bare skin. It happened before, once, with a chemical reaction. Or maybe it does, but he’s too numb to recognise it. But the dark colour is fading and it doesn’t hurt anymore. It feels tight, and he can’t say he’s ever had it wrapped around him. He hears her gasp, and he knows her, but he doesn’t know why the hair around him is black. He writhes in his mind and for once, he does the same outside of it. Is he bleeding? His fingers feel weird and he’s certain he’s crying. His vision is blurry and he feels like he’s bleeding. ![]() ![]() He’s sure his eyes are rolled into the back of his head and it hurts to breathe. He gasps for air, nails scratching at dead grass. His mouth moves but he is not the one speaking. Blindness in his eyes but for the fuzzy darkness.
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