I know, I know, ( because of course it is. of course it is! Steve's been trying to give the thing the slip for what feels like hours, maybe longer. and so far no goddamn luck. a bizarre pang of guilt hits him like a truck, because now he's dragging someone else into his shit. it's not like Aerith was having a grand old time on her own, and Steve does know that. it's just a crushingly miserable feeling, to feel like the reason someone is in even worse danger. it's the last thing he could possibly want, and yet, here they are.
it is painful, to pry throw his weight against the boards and cold metal of the staff, though hopefully the urgency of fear means he's got plenty of adrenaline strength going. grunts fade to mutters fade to a brutal desperate noises. why bother being quiet when danger is literally at their door? wood splinters, and it isn't fully open, but dragging one of the larger boards free leaves at least enough room for them to wriggle out the broken window on the other side. )
Go, go go. ( the door creaking open behind them is proof that he hadn't been fast enough, and the monster that has been following him is ducking low enough to bend under the doorframe. the shape is tall enough that it barely fits in the room, head ducked low to accommodate for the ceiling. the hands writhe and wiggle, almost eagerly. inhuman and inky in the dark. ) Fuck, fuck... I'll be right behind you, just go!
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it is painful, to pry throw his weight against the boards and cold metal of the staff, though hopefully the urgency of fear means he's got plenty of adrenaline strength going. grunts fade to mutters fade to a brutal desperate noises. why bother being quiet when danger is literally at their door? wood splinters, and it isn't fully open, but dragging one of the larger boards free leaves at least enough room for them to wriggle out the broken window on the other side. )
Go, go go. ( the door creaking open behind them is proof that he hadn't been fast enough, and the monster that has been following him is ducking low enough to bend under the doorframe. the shape is tall enough that it barely fits in the room, head ducked low to accommodate for the ceiling. the hands writhe and wiggle, almost eagerly. inhuman and inky in the dark. ) Fuck, fuck... I'll be right behind you, just go!