He'd buried his face into Yaxley's shoulder soon enough that he didn't notice when everything went dark around them. His eyes squeezed shut, he was only aware that he was still alive by the feeling of his own body shaking and the tight squeeze of Yaxley's around around his back. He couldn't even be sure if he was stressed or completely calm; in the moments waiting for it all to be over his mind had gone blank of any thoughts and instinct had kicked in, trying to identify any abnormal sensations or pain.
But there was none. The only sensations were the feeling over his heartbeat, of her heaving chest under his, the sound of her sob and the touch of her hand drifting up his back and into his hair. He couldn't relax at first—wouldn't relax, as if in lifting his head he would be greeted with a pain he wasn't currently feeling, or faced with a bloodied or mutilated Yaxley under him. Only when he heard the words We're okay, Malfoy leave her lips did he dare lift his head, and even then it was only enough that he could see the outline of her ear and feel the brush of her hair against his cheekbones. One arm was still pinned under her, and he did his best to move it out though it was difficult given their position.
At a loss for words, Raphael let his head drop back against her shoulder, his nose brushing up against the exposed skin of her neck. "I've had enough for today," he said, startled by how unlike himself he sounded. He sounded hoarse, like the wind had just been knocked out of him. His only consolation was the lack of noise; it seemed that the wind had stopped around them as had the rain.
But there was none. The only sensations were the feeling over his heartbeat, of her heaving chest under his, the sound of her sob and the touch of her hand drifting up his back and into his hair. He couldn't relax at first—wouldn't relax, as if in lifting his head he would be greeted with a pain he wasn't currently feeling, or faced with a bloodied or mutilated Yaxley under him. Only when he heard the words We're okay, Malfoy leave her lips did he dare lift his head, and even then it was only enough that he could see the outline of her ear and feel the brush of her hair against his cheekbones. One arm was still pinned under her, and he did his best to move it out though it was difficult given their position.
At a loss for words, Raphael let his head drop back against her shoulder, his nose brushing up against the exposed skin of her neck. "I've had enough for today," he said, startled by how unlike himself he sounded. He sounded hoarse, like the wind had just been knocked out of him. His only consolation was the lack of noise; it seemed that the wind had stopped around them as had the rain.
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