Yeah. [ she collapses down on the log by Neptune, too spent and too aching to feign a display of grace or control. Uranus sits there with her shoulders hunched up and her head hanging down, silent except for her heavy, ragged breathing, interrupted every now and then by the need to swallow back bile. there's a pounding in her head, in her chest, it's like the whole world itself is pulsating, and it's funny, that's the kind of feeling she would've lived for if only everything didn't hurt. ]
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