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— Бра́тья Карама́зовы
When he was motionless, Ivan looked more pathetic. Since birth he had the physicality of a runt, though his recent growth spurts only gave him height and never filled out his form, leaving him with bony shoulders that jutted from his back and a delicate ribcage that rose and fell with every shattered breath.
It did not take very long for him to regain consciousness. He lurched upward, surprised when his sense of touch kicked in and told him he was laying on a soft surface. He would have thought himself waking from a dream, if his paws were not soaked in his sweat and his tongue panting out of his mouth like a dog. He struggled to regain his bearings, recognizing his home but still remembering that earlier he had been running, and that he saw a strange figure. A rather ferocious migraine conquered his brain, leaving him to wince uncomfortably and drop the idea of trying to remember what he was doing or how he got he —
How he got here.
The, in his eyes, yellow fog of the wolf's breath alerted Ivan immediately to his presence, and through his throbbing headache, he was able to piece it all together, being the logician he was. He was too tired to move his head, but he knew Caustic was there.
Ivan tried squeezing his eyes shut. That should make sure no tears would come out.
It did not take very long for him to regain consciousness. He lurched upward, surprised when his sense of touch kicked in and told him he was laying on a soft surface. He would have thought himself waking from a dream, if his paws were not soaked in his sweat and his tongue panting out of his mouth like a dog. He struggled to regain his bearings, recognizing his home but still remembering that earlier he had been running, and that he saw a strange figure. A rather ferocious migraine conquered his brain, leaving him to wince uncomfortably and drop the idea of trying to remember what he was doing or how he got he —
How he got here.
The, in his eyes, yellow fog of the wolf's breath alerted Ivan immediately to his presence, and through his throbbing headache, he was able to piece it all together, being the logician he was. He was too tired to move his head, but he knew Caustic was there.
Ivan tried squeezing his eyes shut. That should make sure no tears would come out.