VIVAAAA ICE VEGAS ::: [crass knuckles]
Mar 1, 2024 19:28:44 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Mar 1, 2024 19:28:44 GMT -5
Axyl shivers in the saddle on back of Bennie's back, Jett Jr. clawing at the back of his neck in penance. The child's toy come to life is anything but threatening, Axyl knows that, but he still makes a pretend display of faux-wince and gasping for pain that only comes from his knee, placating the creature's desire to seem more threatening than it will ever be.
He's kind like that- pretending to be hurt, knowing he is.
Just, in other ways. Hugo had found him outside the Mines and asked him what's wrong as if he could ever have hoped to explain it, unsettled and pale because he'd just seen a ghost. He doesn't know why the picture of him as a survivor unsettled him so much, whether it was the way the eyes of the boy on a canvas looked so empty and forlorn, or the fact that the shadows seemed to laugh at the thought of it, or the mockery that running could ever get him anywhere.
Maybe he's just come to terms that he's never making it out of here.
Death lays a finger on his shoulder in ice and snow, the sky kicking up something fierce as they ride along. It'd been the combination of two brain cells that had gotten them to go towards the ice and the ocean, split evenly between himself and Hugo. Now, he pays the price as they trudge along. He looks back towards his ally, howling over the wind as it howls back.
"Pit stop here, then we keep moving?"
Always moving, always running. It's all he knows how to do. Hugo should be used to it by now.
