For Ben, it's the influx of sensation, from the agony of what just happened to the still painful and infinitely different pain of feeling, of smelling and tasting, even sound feels less muted and colours brighter.
Klaus' hand is probably cool with his shitty circulation and it still feels scalding hot against Ben's own skin, chilled with the air and shock. He looks at his brother, bewildered, overwhelmed, not sure how to explain this, if he can explain it, because he tried to listen to Them and now this is happening.
"No?" He can feel the air whistle over his throat and through his mouth to speak. He gasps the next breath because now he's aware of it, of his breathing, he feels the need to gulp, like my might breathe wrong if he doesn't focus on it.
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Date: 2019-04-27 08:04 am (UTC)For Ben, it's the influx of sensation, from the agony of what just happened to the still painful and infinitely different pain of feeling, of smelling and tasting, even sound feels less muted and colours brighter.
Klaus' hand is probably cool with his shitty circulation and it still feels scalding hot against Ben's own skin, chilled with the air and shock. He looks at his brother, bewildered, overwhelmed, not sure how to explain this, if he can explain it, because he tried to listen to Them and now this is happening.
"No?" He can feel the air whistle over his throat and through his mouth to speak. He gasps the next breath because now he's aware of it, of his breathing, he feels the need to gulp, like my might breathe wrong if he doesn't focus on it.