[ It sucks the breath out of him, and the shock of getting caught is really what stops Vanitas from reacting immediately. His eyes widen, the yellow luminous in the dark, and his pupils blow when she twists the blade inside his body. It's that second, grinding, physical pain that spurs him into a response. ]
You little—
[ Vanitas grabs her by the throat, the whole width of his palm fitting around her neck, fingers pinching into the tendons. He squeezes when he lifts her clean up off the ground, high enough that he needs to lift his head to keep looking into her face. The pull of his mouth is so vicious that it doesn't even resemble as smile anymore, and he holds her there— strangling the breath from her lungs with the vice of his fist. ]
Not bad. I was starting to think you didn't have it in you.
cw: violence against children
You little—
[ Vanitas grabs her by the throat, the whole width of his palm fitting around her neck, fingers pinching into the tendons. He squeezes when he lifts her clean up off the ground, high enough that he needs to lift his head to keep looking into her face. The pull of his mouth is so vicious that it doesn't even resemble as smile anymore, and he holds her there— strangling the breath from her lungs with the vice of his fist. ]
Not bad. I was starting to think you didn't have it in you.