panaceaa: (hurgh)
panaceaa ([personal profile] panaceaa) wrote in [community profile] aftr_ooc 2017-12-16 03:15 am (UTC)

The strained sound earns the Drifter a flinch as Guardian stutters to a stop.

They want to tell themself not to look back. They also want to tell themself that the only reason they're already doing so is because of years of reflexive training making them react to the sudden movement at their back, but... Guardian already knows that's not true.

They read the word offered to them and struggle. A million impulses under their skin; maybe if they yell or shoot or run away all of this will dissipate into smoke, will leave them. A thousand words sit under their tongue and Guardian bites on them all.

When has the Immortal Cell ever displayed a single seed of doubt?

The Guardian holds out a hand. Equidistant in the space between them. There is no getting around the fact that they are a coward, too afraid to reach for the Drifter's cloak, to resolve the possibility of is real/isn't, in the case that the outcome isn't the one they hope.

"Is it foolish to want it to be?"

Fool them once, fool them a million times, they've always preferred reunions over goodbyes.

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