Homestuck Breath Aspect Novels & Stories

The weight of the dead becomes the weight of gravity, pulling her back into the body, into the bones, into the lungs that have forgotten how to breathe on their own. And yet, she is not there yet. She is in between. She is the bridge. She can feel both sides at once: the Realm, receding, not abandoning her but trusting her, releasing her like a breath released; and the living world, approaching, loud and bright and demanding, the world of Eva’s hand and the beeping and the smell of antiseptic and the terrible, beautiful urgency of a heart that must decide to beat.

The injured man cried out when the water touched his skin. “Easy,” Elise said firmly. “Don’t fight it.” The moon-filtered water sank into the wound, washing through blackened veins, flushing corruption out in smoky tendrils. The air hissed softly. The smell faded. The hunters stared. The man’s convulsions slowed. His breathing evened out. Color returned to his face. One of the hunters whispered, barely audible, “That’s… that’s Moonbreather work.” Elise’s hands faltered.

"Just take a moment to breathe and relax." Nodding my head, I swallowed and inhaled deeply. My body was humming and my pussy was throbbing but there was so much energy running through my veins, I wanted to run a marathon. There was an intensity in him that felt almost supernatural, like something inside him was fighting to stay under control. The sound of his steady breathing wasn’t entirely human; but I was far gone to ask.

| Brixton | Feeling like my throat is closing up and I can't breathe, I continue to pace around in my living room, anxiously waiting for the mother fucker who has Harley to text me back. There's a ringing in my ears that won't stop. My heart thumps like a horse's hoofs as they gallop wildly. I've been through some shit in my lifetime, but nothing compares to the shit I'm going through tonight. Callum has my little bird. He fucking has her and is holding her ass ransom. For what, though? I'm not too sure.

—I swallowed—"is not going to work." A breathy chuckle escaped his lips. "Trust me." I forced air into my lungs, slowly moving my hands forward and focusing my eyes on the board. His hands found their way to my hips again as he stabilized my stance. My skin became feverish. Desire overwhelmed me, and I could easily imagine myself melting into him. This was so NOT helping. How could I even think about the spell I needed to cast? "Breathe." Asriel's soft voice felt like a cool balm on my heated bundles of nerves. My body submitted. My chest relaxed and opened to draw a deep breath.

I felt overheated as Daniel and I went over each and every item on the list. The one item that really caught my attention though? Breath play. Asphyxiation, breath control, choking.I think I finally caught Daniel off guard when I told him I wanted to experience it. What was it like to be controlled by another person, maybe, choked a little? I whispered that last bit. But he heard me. I wanted him to take me seriously, so I didn't laugh at the look on his face when I said that. The laughter left me quickly when he leaned in. I felt his breath on my neck and his...nose in my hair?...Did he just sniff me?

One breath at a time. The air hung heavy and warm, thick with the scent of bleach and something else—something almost forgotten, like an old lullaby drifting on a breeze. It curled around her skin, sticky and close, as if the room itself breathed with her, held her in an invisible embrace. Shadows pooled in the corners, deep and velvety, swallowing the edges of her vision until the world seemed to narrow down to a single point—the pain, relentless and raw, pulsing inside her like a living thing.

“If we don’t move supplies by the next moon, we’ll—” Their voices tangled together. I pressed two fingers to my temple, trying to shut out the drone. The scent slid under the door, curling into the chamber like it owned the air. I inhaled before I realized I was doing it. desperately, my lungs expanded like a drowning man catching water instead of air. My stomach knotted, turning with need and something else I couldn’t name but it made my blood hot. My claws burst halfway through my skin before I forced them back. No one noticed the tiny burst of lack of control.

These thoughts raced through her mind, and she couldn't dismiss them no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't help but glance toward Faye and Sylvia, who were both standing across from her. Their faces were beaming with pride and joy, and the sight of it only made her feel worse. As if that weren't enough, the pair's continuous cries of "babe" nearly caused her to break down completely. If only she could do it all over… Her head was a mess, and her emotions were in a complete disarray. While Roxy was lost in her thoughts, Ashton began to adjust his breathing. Using the Cosmic Breathing Technique, he infused every ounce of his spiritual energy into his flesh and regained some of his strengt

he said taking his cigarette. She was still standing while breathing in and out. She stepped closer and stand up in front of him, while completely naked. he getting up from the bed spitting out the smoke on her face makes her cough while holding her breath. She has asthma and her Heart was tightened. she crouched down on the bed trying to breathe.