Every step towards the spectacle rouses some old anger — razor-thin, pulling taut. Nicky stalks forward, habit making his advance purposeful, rather than the full-on, desperate sprint he so desires. It's a well-armed trap, someone might have to gnaw an arm off to get out of it.
He pulls at the corner once it's within reach, frowning deeply. Displeasure roils in his stomach, and by the time he glances at Yusuf, ever faithfully following, his expression is black as thunder, though the colour leeches, at the soft question.
'She might be,' he answers. Who knows — that hope feels suddenly very fragile. 'Let's look around. Someone wanted us to see this.'
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i forgot to hit post smh
Date: 2021-04-28 04:15 pm (UTC)He pulls at the corner once it's within reach, frowning deeply. Displeasure roils in his stomach, and by the time he glances at Yusuf, ever faithfully following, his expression is black as thunder, though the colour leeches, at the soft question.
'She might be,' he answers. Who knows — that hope feels suddenly very fragile. 'Let's look around. Someone wanted us to see this.'