They almost slip turning to flee--but they're good at running, now.
The horseshoe falls from their grip only when they think to cover their wound. It takes a dozen steps to even start stinging, even if they acutely feel the warmth of blood spilling down their shirt.
Their third thought: Why? It's enough to get their mind rushing again.
A flicker of fear twists somewhere in their stomach, but the anger boils up behind where they were stabbed outclasses it by far. They don't want to die. They need to get to Tauriel, to S-4, to Toriel-- god, their mom, they can already tell this will be terrible--to get healed. They don't want to reset their progress, everyone's progress, they don't even know when they SAVED last.
"Stop it," they snap breathlessly over their shoulder.
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Date: 2016-02-15 11:37 am (UTC)The horseshoe falls from their grip only when they think to cover their wound. It takes a dozen steps to even start stinging, even if they acutely feel the warmth of blood spilling down their shirt.
Their third thought: Why? It's enough to get their mind rushing again.
A flicker of fear twists somewhere in their stomach, but the anger boils up behind where they were stabbed outclasses it by far. They don't want to die. They need to get to Tauriel, to S-4, to Toriel-- god, their mom, they can already tell this will be terrible--to get healed. They don't want to reset their progress, everyone's progress, they don't even know when they SAVED last.
"Stop it," they snap breathlessly over their shoulder.