[ Red opens her eyes to waters she thought she'd never see. Except something about this place — not Cloudbank, but something in this road — is making her visit it again. And again. Whether she wants to, or not.
( It's hard to miss a place that tried to kill you. )
She's not sure if it's better or worse that she's not alone. Red's just turned the corner, watching her come face-to-face with Boxer crumpled by the alleyway. Teeth clenched, her hand balled up into a fist at her sides. She hears Boxer's relieved voice, the self-deprecation that comes easily to him.
Then she realizes that she's not alone.
Her head whips around — eyes wide as she comes face-to-face with Clair, standing where she ( not Red, but the memory of her ) had originally stood. Her face hardens immediately.
There's no time to pull her phone out, here; but there's nowhere to go, either. Just to keep watching the horror unfold while they wait for the storm to take them to anywhere but here. Her lips press into a thin line — there's nothing she can do, here, to prevent this from happening. She hates it. ]
i'm so late, i'm sorry
( It's hard to miss a place that tried to kill you. )
She's not sure if it's better or worse that she's not alone. Red's just turned the corner, watching her come face-to-face with Boxer crumpled by the alleyway. Teeth clenched, her hand balled up into a fist at her sides. She hears Boxer's relieved voice, the self-deprecation that comes easily to him.
Then she realizes that she's not alone.
Her head whips around — eyes wide as she comes face-to-face with Clair, standing where she ( not Red, but the memory of her ) had originally stood. Her face hardens immediately.
There's no time to pull her phone out, here; but there's nowhere to go, either. Just to keep watching the horror unfold while they wait for the storm to take them to anywhere but here. Her lips press into a thin line — there's nothing she can do, here, to prevent this from happening. She hates it. ]