[ he's not sure for how long he's been running. too long, it feels like, and yet his lungs aren't burning and his legs don't feel like they're at risk of falling off. running — running away — feels good, feels right. the further away from the woods he gets, the more he feels like the weight that'd been settling over his chest is lifting... and yet hanging over him is a cloud of doubt, knowing it wasn't just his worries and his fears he'd run away from.
...will silver be okay? how will he even face the man again, after this?
they were dreadful, but fleeting thoughts. the open air keeps replenishing his lungs, clearing his head. he feels like he could run for miles, for hours, and maybe he will—
he isn't paying attention enough. or rather, he notices in time, the sudden figure that steps out from the shadows and in his path, but his reflexes aren't quite up to par, and so instead he cannot stop himself in time before he runs right into that figure. but instead of a collision, it's more like he bounces off that solid body, forcing him back at least two feet and on the ground onto his back.
bewildered, he squints up at the figure, ready to be indignant, when recognition hits and he finds himself falling silent instead.
sylus.
[ he's not sure for how long he's been running. too long, it feels like, and yet his lungs aren't burning and his legs don't feel like they're at risk of falling off. running — running away — feels good, feels right. the further away from the woods he gets, the more he feels like the weight that'd been settling over his chest is lifting... and yet hanging over him is a cloud of doubt, knowing it wasn't just his worries and his fears he'd run away from.
...will silver be okay? how will he even face the man again, after this?
they were dreadful, but fleeting thoughts. the open air keeps replenishing his lungs, clearing his head. he feels like he could run for miles, for hours, and maybe he will—
he isn't paying attention enough. or rather, he notices in time, the sudden figure that steps out from the shadows and in his path, but his reflexes aren't quite up to par, and so instead he cannot stop himself in time before he runs right into that figure. but instead of a collision, it's more like he bounces off that solid body, forcing him back at least two feet and on the ground onto his back.
bewildered, he squints up at the figure, ready to be indignant, when recognition hits and he finds himself falling silent instead.
what the hell. why'd it have to be this guy? ]