[his breathing is harsh in his own ears and somewhere in the back of his mind is a litany of 'please no, please no, please no' running too fast for him to draw breath. If it runs fast enough it will keep him from being able to scream when the time comes.
His wrists are strapped in place as well as his elbows, his arms outstretched and his legs are bound in three different places just to keep them down. He knows they'll hold - because they always hold - but he jerks at them anyway and the metal and thick leather grinds and protests. He's already broken out into a cold sweat and he's shivering the smallest bit, muscles already too tense and strained. The air is full of the scent of sharp, biting chemicals and thick cloying, smothering ones and there's the unmistakable lightning strike scent of mako somewhere hidden under it all.
please no, please no, pleaseno, pleaseno, pleasenopleasenopleaseno...
His pupils are dilated and huge in his mako eyes as they flick toward the sound of a voice. His throat is bone dry and his teeth ache in his jaw it's clenched so tightly. He has no intention of speaking. It's one of his small defiances that he clings to, pointless but at least something.
Until he sees the familiar face above him and his stomach drops right out of him as his heart beats, just once in a hollow pound in his chest - ]
is this still okay?
His wrists are strapped in place as well as his elbows, his arms outstretched and his legs are bound in three different places just to keep them down. He knows they'll hold - because they always hold - but he jerks at them anyway and the metal and thick leather grinds and protests. He's already broken out into a cold sweat and he's shivering the smallest bit, muscles already too tense and strained. The air is full of the scent of sharp, biting chemicals and thick cloying, smothering ones and there's the unmistakable lightning strike scent of mako somewhere hidden under it all.
please no, please no, pleaseno, pleaseno, pleasenopleasenopleaseno...
His pupils are dilated and huge in his mako eyes as they flick toward the sound of a voice. His throat is bone dry and his teeth ache in his jaw it's clenched so tightly. He has no intention of speaking. It's one of his small defiances that he clings to, pointless but at least something.
Until he sees the familiar face above him and his stomach drops right out of him as his heart beats, just once in a hollow pound in his chest - ]
Aerith...?