[kavinsky comes out on the other side, blinking, looking around a little more hastily, a little quicker than he might have a few months ago.
dying will do that to a guy.] Hey man, I wasn't complaining. I like asshole. [he folds his hand into a shocker, even if conceptually he is really down for at least one of the orifices that the symbol is meant to represent the penetration of. and then he laughs like a hyena, wanders across the sand toward the boy with the lightning in his hands.
—and it reminds him of something, for an instant. of gabriel's hands open, malevolence in his stare. the forked tongue of light flying for him when he thought he was immune. for an instant, kavinsky fumbles in the sand, swearing. maybe he'd tripped.]
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dying will do that to a guy.] Hey man, I wasn't complaining. I like asshole. [he folds his hand into a shocker, even if conceptually he is really down for at least one of the orifices that the symbol is meant to represent the penetration of. and then he laughs like a hyena, wanders across the sand toward the boy with the lightning in his hands.
—and it reminds him of something, for an instant. of gabriel's hands open, malevolence in his stare. the forked tongue of light flying for him when he thought he was immune. for an instant, kavinsky fumbles in the sand, swearing. maybe he'd tripped.]