I went with a different pose than usual for this one. The perspective is a bit of a challenge, but Iβm enjoying making it although Iβm silently suffering π. Iβm going to share the timelapse video of It once Iβm done.
Scene from the book;
I donβt think. I just act, going low and kicking out the backs of his knees. He goes down like a tree, the sound more than satisfying, and I pounce, trying for a headlock. Doesnβt matter how big someone isβthey still need air. Catching his throat in the crook of my elbow, I squeeze. Instead of going for my arms, he twists, grabbing ahold of the backs of my thighs so I lose my leverage and our bodies careen into a roll. He comes out on top. Of course he does. His forearm rests against my throat, not cutting off air but definitely capable of it, and his hips have mine pinned, my legs useless on either side of his as he lies heavily between my thighs. Heβs unmovable. Everything around us fades as my world narrows to the arrogant glint in his gaze. Heβs all I can see, all I can feel. And I canβt let him win. I slip one of my last daggers free and go for his shoulder. He seizes my wrist and pins it above my head.
Silver
2023-08-04 22:27:57 +0000 UTCNan M.
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