[He has never gone from shattered to motivated in such record time. From feeling lost and alone to once more clinging to that blasted shred of hope that something could change. That the power of bonds—something he had scoffed at for so long, an idea that used to disgust him—might be his saving grace today.
Might be Alec’s saving grace.
He’s weary, and sore. Dried blood has long crusted beneath a nostril, his hair is a mess, his eyes are strained and bloodshot. No, he’s not a very pleasant sight as he hunts down Alec across the cemetery grounds, but he finds himself bolstered by renewed determination, and when he does find him, his breath hitches for just a moment. He hurts again for just a moment.
And then he closes that distance between them, quick and purposeful.]
Day 95, morning - GM game fallout
Might be Alec’s saving grace.
He’s weary, and sore. Dried blood has long crusted beneath a nostril, his hair is a mess, his eyes are strained and bloodshot. No, he’s not a very pleasant sight as he hunts down Alec across the cemetery grounds, but he finds himself bolstered by renewed determination, and when he does find him, his breath hitches for just a moment. He hurts again for just a moment.
And then he closes that distance between them, quick and purposeful.]
Alec.