[ he flinches hard when the man moves, instinctively curling into a tight ball, with arms covering his head. whatever torment the man's planning for him, Rosinante hopes he wouldn't target his head so much. while it might be a blessed relief to black out as soon as the pain begins, Rosinante knows he needs to be conscious and coherent to be able to escape the first chance he gets.
he waits for the first blow, his heart thundering in his chest--
but nothing happened; he remained unhurt.
"Breathe."
from under the cover of his arms, Rosinante freezes yet again. not from fright this time, but more from the shock of the word and the soothing tone it was spoken. nobody has ever told him that before, only rage-filled screams for his and his family's deaths; the more painful, the better. so what does this man want him to keep breathing for?
and yet unconsciously, even as he is yet to uncurl from his defensive position, his breathing starts to slow. ]
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he waits for the first blow, his heart thundering in his chest--
but nothing happened; he remained unhurt.
"Breathe."
from under the cover of his arms, Rosinante freezes yet again. not from fright this time, but more from the shock of the word and the soothing tone it was spoken. nobody has ever told him that before, only rage-filled screams for his and his family's deaths; the more painful, the better. so what does this man want him to keep breathing for?
and yet unconsciously, even as he is yet to uncurl from his defensive position, his breathing starts to slow. ]