Dirk won't have to wait long now to see those final seconds, Ranboo's breath coming only in sporadic bursts now, marked with a harsh, rasping wheeze. Beneath Dirk's searching fingers, his pulse suddenly drops from the rapid, weak pattering to nearly nonexistent, faint half-beats as their jaw flexes and eyelids flutter.
They make a choked sound, but another proper attempt at breath doesn't come.
Their chest heaves silently, once more, not strong enough to fill their lungs again, before they fall still and quiet; there is still the faintest life left in their brain, but from the outside, one would never know, and that spark is rapidly fading, the rest of their body lacking the strength to continue attempting to keep it alive.
Only the smallest of muscular twitches and flexes remain; gradually, they fade away as well, the body beneath Dirk growing still and empty even as he ruts desperately against it.
For the second time today, Ranboo dies, though this time he wasn't alone, for better or worse. Even he wouldn't know.
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Date: 2024-09-01 04:53 pm (UTC)They make a choked sound, but another proper attempt at breath doesn't come.
Their chest heaves silently, once more, not strong enough to fill their lungs again, before they fall still and quiet; there is still the faintest life left in their brain, but from the outside, one would never know, and that spark is rapidly fading, the rest of their body lacking the strength to continue attempting to keep it alive.
Only the smallest of muscular twitches and flexes remain; gradually, they fade away as well, the body beneath Dirk growing still and empty even as he ruts desperately against it.
For the second time today, Ranboo dies, though this time he wasn't alone, for better or worse. Even he wouldn't know.