[He could have been down and struggling just to breathe for an hour or just a minute. The forgemaster only knows that at some point, the invisible vice-like grip around his skull releases and the angry throbbing everywhere else subsides, allowing him to think with some degree of clarity. Gradually, he reacquaints himself with his surroundings and remembers just how ungodly cold it is.
He plants a hand against the ground and shakily pushes himself up, shooting a baleful, narrowed-eyed glare across the street. Julian, of course, is long gone. But the tie remains.
Isaac reaches for it, turning his palm up and running his thumb along it thoughtfully, for a long moment. And then he bunches it hard in his fist.]
Should be asleep, but damn my brain. :Ic Oh well!
He plants a hand against the ground and shakily pushes himself up, shooting a baleful, narrowed-eyed glare across the street. Julian, of course, is long gone. But the tie remains.
Isaac reaches for it, turning his palm up and running his thumb along it thoughtfully, for a long moment. And then he bunches it hard in his fist.]