[ Fit and athletic where Lakshmi is feeling the cut of her age, her injuries, the slow drain of life out of her. The sickness that she can't tell is withdrawal or her denial of her all too mortal form.
But it does feel good, after having words dragged out of her, helpless and exhausted to being here, to be fighting again, to feel the hum of her limbs in her control. To push herself and push further, even as in the first breath she knows she's outmatched.
It doesn't stop her, it never has.
She tumbles forward, trying to get the material loose so she doesn't hit her knees, but knows as quickly, that she's left herself open and she braces for the blow, readying herself for rolling with it. ]
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But it does feel good, after having words dragged out of her, helpless and exhausted to being here, to be fighting again, to feel the hum of her limbs in her control. To push herself and push further, even as in the first breath she knows she's outmatched.
It doesn't stop her, it never has.
She tumbles forward, trying to get the material loose so she doesn't hit her knees, but knows as quickly, that she's left herself open and she braces for the blow, readying herself for rolling with it. ]