but you won't see it :: [crass knuckles, day 3]
Mar 8, 2024 18:25:14 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Mar 8, 2024 18:25:14 GMT -5
Gray looks back, empty and lifeless- an ocean above waiting to swallow them whole. A staring contest ensues for a moment there, waiting for Hugo to clamor his way out of the tunnel behind him. Catching his breath just to lose it again, listening to his heart beat and hammer inside of his own chest. Feeling, for once in his life, alive.
He laughs. What sick fucking irony is that?
He pulls himself up from the ground to a bizarre look from Hugo, lost sanity tethered to the ten braincells they share together. Brushes himself off like it'll help, only to finally realize that he still hasn't let go of Jett the bat, all dinged up from where he'd slammed it into the wall in response to Marguerite's lunge towards him. His fingertips bend nails back into place from where they never came, over and over again until he's left once again with a new, hardly improved version of his playground mace.
"So that... what the fuck was that?"
He returns the bat up to his shoulder like he's lounging, twinges of pain shooting through his system from the way the rocks and rubble pierced and marked his body within the caves. He pulls the duffle bag from his back and dusts off the sand left over on its surface, rummaging through it for something, anything useful for either of them.
"You hear any cannons when we were in there?"
He almost doesn't want to know the answer, looking out into a sea of ice and white begging to turn red.
[Scavenges Mines Exit]
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