[Whatever spasms Sephiroth were starting to go through, as Selen held his hair back -though it seems that they might have led to even more painful upchucking- sure enough there wasn't anything else to come out. Moving his hair on that side reveals the extent of the fist-shaped bruise to the top-outside of his cheek where it's otherwise too dark to have seen, or his hair was in the way before.
It also reveals the wetness streaming down his face, as tears seeping uncontrollably from reddened eyes. Not that she sees much of that particular detail, given as he's looking pointedly away and down at the corner where the building met the pavement.]
There's no point.
[He makes a small noise which could be a categorized as a grunt that he's used to cover up a hiccup, if not for the fact that it happens again a moment later. And then twice in quick succession. Sephiroth's breathing has increased it's pace significantly as it's starting to feel as if his throat is closing up. The small grunts he makes being his attempt to clear it. All the while still shaking; but he's not cold, actually he's feeling warmer within himself as the seconds tick by.
From the other voices nearby, the shame at being seen by yet more people in this state just piles on the feeling of uselessness that's quickly rising to overwhelm whats left of his once-proud, now drowned ego. His other leg gives up being crouched and Sephiroth presses the other side of his face to the concrete of the corner of the building, as if it might just open into a void and swallow him up.]
-just. Go. [He strains to raise his voice, and even that is shaking - not turning his head more than he needs to lest anyone else try to accuse him of trying to drown his sorrows.]
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It also reveals the wetness streaming down his face, as tears seeping uncontrollably from reddened eyes. Not that she sees much of that particular detail, given as he's looking pointedly away and down at the corner where the building met the pavement.]
There's no point.
[He makes a small noise which could be a categorized as a grunt that he's used to cover up a hiccup, if not for the fact that it happens again a moment later. And then twice in quick succession. Sephiroth's breathing has increased it's pace significantly as it's starting to feel as if his throat is closing up. The small grunts he makes being his attempt to clear it. All the while still shaking; but he's not cold, actually he's feeling warmer within himself as the seconds tick by.
From the other voices nearby, the shame at being seen by yet more people in this state just piles on the feeling of uselessness that's quickly rising to overwhelm whats left of his once-proud, now drowned ego. His other leg gives up being crouched and Sephiroth presses the other side of his face to the concrete of the corner of the building, as if it might just open into a void and swallow him up.]
-just. Go. [He strains to raise his voice, and even that is shaking - not turning his head more than he needs to lest anyone else try to accuse him of trying to drown his sorrows.]
-it'll all be over soon.