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genessia2016-09-04 05:04 pm
meowsculinity) wrote in genessia2016-09-04 05:04 pm
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so my heart is beating faster
WHO: Lucan Savir, Tony Stark, Airy, Lenalee, Rude, and maybe some other people at Stark Mechanics.
WHAT: Savir's shitty heart finally gives out after 47 bullshit years of life.
WHERE: Right in the middle of Stark Mechanic's lobby.
WHEN: 9/4
WARNINGS: u know he ded. also descriptions of a heart attack and legit a dude dying.
There are some things you get used to when you have a terminal heart condition. Things like sharp pains in the chest, a numbness in your arm, wheezing and just a good ol' inability to breathe in general. Normally? Savir just deals with it, waits it out until it goes away and then... then he goes on with his life.
Today? Not so much. Today it's especially bad, to the point where the giant of a man has to stop in the middle of his patrol and clutch his chest. His breath comes hard and fast - sends sharp pains not only through his chest, but up to his head and through his arms. The world spins, vision blurry as he leans on the nearest wall for support. Wait, is it a wall? Or is it the reception desk? You know what... he honestly doesn't know or care right now. All he knows is that everything hurts and this, this has to be it, the moment he's been waiting for.
WHAT: Savir's shitty heart finally gives out after 47 bullshit years of life.
WHERE: Right in the middle of Stark Mechanic's lobby.
WHEN: 9/4
WARNINGS: u know he ded. also descriptions of a heart attack and legit a dude dying.
There are some things you get used to when you have a terminal heart condition. Things like sharp pains in the chest, a numbness in your arm, wheezing and just a good ol' inability to breathe in general. Normally? Savir just deals with it, waits it out until it goes away and then... then he goes on with his life.
Today? Not so much. Today it's especially bad, to the point where the giant of a man has to stop in the middle of his patrol and clutch his chest. His breath comes hard and fast - sends sharp pains not only through his chest, but up to his head and through his arms. The world spins, vision blurry as he leans on the nearest wall for support. Wait, is it a wall? Or is it the reception desk? You know what... he honestly doesn't know or care right now. All he knows is that everything hurts and this, this has to be it, the moment he's been waiting for.