[ Charles hits the floor like he didn't expect to, despite everything; there's an instinctively flung out hand to brace for impact, but breath leaves him sudden and sharp and inarticulate. Pale eyes flash panicky through dishevelled, lank hair at a glance over towards steps on fast approach.
Struggle is indistinct but immediate, shoes scuffling against the ground as he's dragged up from it with a hiss of vocalised, vicious protest, but still sees back to wall, and hand at throat.
A fist thumps Erik's shoulder, but that's all; hands grasp and claw at arm, grip.
There's nothing else left to say, either, save for sick sounding choking gasps. His eyes are bright, saline-blurred, focused on Erik's face even as vision starts to get dark at the edges. The start of a nn-- is cut off with tighter fingers, while his own loosen fractionally. ]
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Struggle is indistinct but immediate, shoes scuffling against the ground as he's dragged up from it with a hiss of vocalised, vicious protest, but still sees back to wall, and hand at throat.
A fist thumps Erik's shoulder, but that's all; hands grasp and claw at arm, grip.
There's nothing else left to say, either, save for sick sounding choking gasps. His eyes are bright, saline-blurred, focused on Erik's face even as vision starts to get dark at the edges. The start of a nn-- is cut off with tighter fingers, while his own loosen fractionally. ]