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Description
In the showers at the bathroom building, a frantic hand lashed out to turn the warm water as cold as it could go to avoid feeling the burning sensations crossing over her skin. The occupant contorted as her body reacted to the magic radiating in. Even miles away, the aftermath of Twilight’s transformation, the battles, the strife, and the band sing-off had echoed as far as Everfree. And unlike her sister and cousin, with a gem to siphon off light and dark of their choosing, the ugly scar on her chest only drew in the latter. Stumbling out of the shower and gripping her throat, Sonata was making more noise than she had in days. It just wasn’t the returning voice she’d been hoping for.
“RRRrrrreeek! Aarrkg! Caaugh Aarrgh!” She gagged and heaved dryly into the sink, holding back her loose hair in case it ended up being more than dry heaves.
She panted and gasped, stomping her foot from the convulsions as she eyed the toilet. The wounded siren made a step for it but was instantly hit with another spat of heaving and retching. After the first minute she was almost hoping she could vomit out whatever had been offending her throat or stomach, horrific as the feeling would be.
She whimpered and sniffled back a clog in her nose. There was something there, something tickling or pricking her throat just behind her tongue. Like a piece of food stuck back around her tonsils she just couldn’t manage to swallow. Sonata tried her best to breath through her clogged nose and blink away tears, attempting to steady her throat best she could manage given every raspy gasp that went down her mouth pricked the offending object again.
The heaves slowed and she could finally get a sense of composure. Faced with a painful choice, she was forced to make it. Now or never. Grimacing and closing her eyes, Sonata Dusk reached into her mouth with her free hand and very, very carefully started to probe around behind her tongue; all too aware the slightest wrong move might set off her gag reflex and either make her bite herself or send her into a spiral of heaving yet again.
It took two attempts and she ended up leaving tooth shaped bruises around her knuckles, but finally she felt something stuck. It was hard, smooth, and, the likely cause of the heaving, pointy with the tip sticking towards her throat. Sharp at the tip even.
Sonata braced and tried to pull it out, instantly feeling it adhered to the skin and instantly ripping the air out of her lungs. The crippled siren grimaced, trying desperately to not bite her hand and pull the offending body free as her body convulsed and lurched forward to heave and choke. The hand previously holding her hair back was forced to slam into the bathroom mirror and brace to keep her from smashing head-first into it.
She gripped the object between her fingers and tugged, wiggled, and tugged again. Pitiful, quivering whimpers slithered from her throat and she could feel her own teeth risking to break the skin on her palm.
She gripped it and yanked it out, wrenching her hand free and wrenching forward. Her forehead braced into the bathroom mirror and it felt like hours for the overpowering reactions to finally ceased, by them she’d felt like she was trying to cough up her own tongue.
But the relief… Oh the relief made the edges of her eyes water. It was out, it was finally out! Sonata whimpered and let out a small chuckle in relaxation and freedom, feeling as if a mountain was off her back. The disheveled siren gasped and panted, hoping to slow down her heart rate as she picked her face off the mirror. Tears streaming down her uglied face, Sonata weakly looked to whatever offending object had brought on such misery.
She expected it to be some odd ingredient in her food as of late, perhaps, given the hardness it seemed to have, a loose fishbone from one of Megalon’s napalm cooked, homemade seafood tacos he’d made or perhaps some hardened breading chip from one of Pinkie’s cupcakes she’d brought over.
Instead, clenched in her finger tips with a small piece of bloodied skin still stuck to it, was a tiny shard of ice. A piece of ice that refused to melt even with the heat of her body and the room around her. Said room suddenly felt colder as frost formed on the edge of the mirror.
“RRRrrrreeek! Aarrkg! Caaugh Aarrgh!” She gagged and heaved dryly into the sink, holding back her loose hair in case it ended up being more than dry heaves.
She panted and gasped, stomping her foot from the convulsions as she eyed the toilet. The wounded siren made a step for it but was instantly hit with another spat of heaving and retching. After the first minute she was almost hoping she could vomit out whatever had been offending her throat or stomach, horrific as the feeling would be.
She whimpered and sniffled back a clog in her nose. There was something there, something tickling or pricking her throat just behind her tongue. Like a piece of food stuck back around her tonsils she just couldn’t manage to swallow. Sonata tried her best to breath through her clogged nose and blink away tears, attempting to steady her throat best she could manage given every raspy gasp that went down her mouth pricked the offending object again.
The heaves slowed and she could finally get a sense of composure. Faced with a painful choice, she was forced to make it. Now or never. Grimacing and closing her eyes, Sonata Dusk reached into her mouth with her free hand and very, very carefully started to probe around behind her tongue; all too aware the slightest wrong move might set off her gag reflex and either make her bite herself or send her into a spiral of heaving yet again.
It took two attempts and she ended up leaving tooth shaped bruises around her knuckles, but finally she felt something stuck. It was hard, smooth, and, the likely cause of the heaving, pointy with the tip sticking towards her throat. Sharp at the tip even.
Sonata braced and tried to pull it out, instantly feeling it adhered to the skin and instantly ripping the air out of her lungs. The crippled siren grimaced, trying desperately to not bite her hand and pull the offending body free as her body convulsed and lurched forward to heave and choke. The hand previously holding her hair back was forced to slam into the bathroom mirror and brace to keep her from smashing head-first into it.
She gripped the object between her fingers and tugged, wiggled, and tugged again. Pitiful, quivering whimpers slithered from her throat and she could feel her own teeth risking to break the skin on her palm.
She gripped it and yanked it out, wrenching her hand free and wrenching forward. Her forehead braced into the bathroom mirror and it felt like hours for the overpowering reactions to finally ceased, by them she’d felt like she was trying to cough up her own tongue.
But the relief… Oh the relief made the edges of her eyes water. It was out, it was finally out! Sonata whimpered and let out a small chuckle in relaxation and freedom, feeling as if a mountain was off her back. The disheveled siren gasped and panted, hoping to slow down her heart rate as she picked her face off the mirror. Tears streaming down her uglied face, Sonata weakly looked to whatever offending object had brought on such misery.
She expected it to be some odd ingredient in her food as of late, perhaps, given the hardness it seemed to have, a loose fishbone from one of Megalon’s napalm cooked, homemade seafood tacos he’d made or perhaps some hardened breading chip from one of Pinkie’s cupcakes she’d brought over.
Instead, clenched in her finger tips with a small piece of bloodied skin still stuck to it, was a tiny shard of ice. A piece of ice that refused to melt even with the heat of her body and the room around her. Said room suddenly felt colder as frost formed on the edge of the mirror.
If you mean the art I agree, otherwise it isn’t nice. I’ve had something stuck in my throat before and it’s an awful experience. Especially in Sonata’s case. While I’ve never experienced something like this, I can still imagine it being a terrible thing to go through. But yeah the art is great.