[As if that explains why he's stalking across town, shadows trailing in their wake to cover their tracks as he seeks shelter. For her.
Somewhere safer than his bloodied arms to place in her, far from the explosions of the strange weapons and the laughing men that seem determined to tear this town apart to find- the orb.
He'd found one weak enough, frail enough, to spill it all. Hidden away from the fights and the screams covered by smothering shadows, he'd made the man tell him the truth. That the orb had called for the Bouldersnakes. That it was behind this, all of this. The disruption of his nights and mornings-
Alina, alive and breathing, cradled as she is against his sticky chest and his hand curve around her shoulder to grip the knob of bone. To feel her, more real and warmer, than the gore that paints him from top to bottom.]
I promise. I will go back, I will help. But you need to be safe.
[He doesn't examine why, this urge to steal her away and keep her. This itching annoyance at having the night split with screams and gun shots when he could be - when he should be occupied with something else. The inkling of what once have been fear, tickles down his spine as the pulsefire rips through the barrier he erected behind them and the voices are much closer.]
no subject
[As if that explains why he's stalking across town, shadows trailing in their wake to cover their tracks as he seeks shelter. For her.
Somewhere safer than his bloodied arms to place in her, far from the explosions of the strange weapons and the laughing men that seem determined to tear this town apart to find- the orb.
He'd found one weak enough, frail enough, to spill it all. Hidden away from the fights and the screams covered by smothering shadows, he'd made the man tell him the truth. That the orb had called for the Bouldersnakes. That it was behind this, all of this. The disruption of his nights and mornings-
Alina, alive and breathing, cradled as she is against his sticky chest and his hand curve around her shoulder to grip the knob of bone. To feel her, more real and warmer, than the gore that paints him from top to bottom.]
I promise. I will go back, I will help. But you need to be safe.
[He doesn't examine why, this urge to steal her away and keep her. This itching annoyance at having the night split with screams and gun shots when he could be - when he should be occupied with something else. The inkling of what once have been fear, tickles down his spine as the pulsefire rips through the barrier he erected behind them and the voices are much closer.]
You have my word.