Crimson droplets spray across the snow in an arc, and more thickly against Sakura's jaw. But it's not her delicate neck that has been cut, the apple still bobbing there tirelessly, scream unsilenced.]
Sakura. [She struggles to be heard over those pained cries. It wavers, but louder the second time, her commanding tone brokers no argument as wet fingers prodding at Sakura's mouth.] Sakura, bite down.
[Infused with rich mana, blood oozes down Rin's fingers, spilt like a river from the deep slice in her palm.]
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Crimson droplets spray across the snow in an arc, and more thickly against Sakura's jaw. But it's not her delicate neck that has been cut, the apple still bobbing there tirelessly, scream unsilenced.]
Sakura. [She struggles to be heard over those pained cries. It wavers, but louder the second time, her commanding tone brokers no argument as wet fingers prodding at Sakura's mouth.] Sakura, bite down.
[Infused with rich mana, blood oozes down Rin's fingers, spilt like a river from the deep slice in her palm.]