[ sonia hits byerly -- and the floor --with a strangled noise, the wind half-gone from her lungs. it's not a comfortable landing at all, no, but it spares her breaking her nose on the floor or something equally unfortunate. she'd thrown her own hands out in front of her to catch herself in the fall, but instead of hitting the floor it had hit byerly's chest instead, twisting it to an awkward, painful angle. she had bit her lip -- or maybe just banged it -- but a little spot of blood wells up at the corner of her mouth.
she's frantic, desperate, overwhelmed with anger and hurt and everything else, but byerly, cool, uncaring, mocking byerly hadn't just let her fall. she tries to get the wind back in her lungs in short, raspy breaths, and she just stares at him, eyes still wet with tears. ]
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she's frantic, desperate, overwhelmed with anger and hurt and everything else, but byerly, cool, uncaring, mocking byerly hadn't just let her fall. she tries to get the wind back in her lungs in short, raspy breaths, and she just stares at him, eyes still wet with tears. ]