[ There's no helping the rising sense of desperation that's flooding his every corner, his fingers that push past people in the street, his toes that carry him unceasingly. She could be anywhere, anywhere in this huge, sprawling city, and there's no question in his mind that she would have ever left her home in her right mind while she's sick like this. Not with how she's been recently.
And this is getting him nowhere fast. He could be searching these streets for days and still never cross paths with her, but what else could he do? The cold grip squeezing his rib cage nearly makes him choke on his own breath.
He needs a better vantage point, so he can actually see the area around him, and even as he continues to call out her name, he uses a lightpole as a step-up to give him a better view of the street. He looks around wildly, eyesight sharp and trained to spot that profile that he knows so well, but all he sees are strangers, unfamiliar, and he's about to give up and try the next street over when he catches sight of a flash of pale hair between two tall rows of houses.
Immediately, his throat runs dry, but that's too damn bad. He calls out her name - nearly screams it this time - and launches himself off of that lightpole, weaving across the street after her. And fortunately, since she's not running, too, it's not so difficult for him to catch up with her. Not that that slows him for a second. ]
Alisaie!
[ Thank the Six, she's still on her feet, she's not hurt, she's not - ]
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And this is getting him nowhere fast. He could be searching these streets for days and still never cross paths with her, but what else could he do? The cold grip squeezing his rib cage nearly makes him choke on his own breath.
He needs a better vantage point, so he can actually see the area around him, and even as he continues to call out her name, he uses a lightpole as a step-up to give him a better view of the street. He looks around wildly, eyesight sharp and trained to spot that profile that he knows so well, but all he sees are strangers, unfamiliar, and he's about to give up and try the next street over when he catches sight of a flash of pale hair between two tall rows of houses.
Immediately, his throat runs dry, but that's too damn bad. He calls out her name - nearly screams it this time - and launches himself off of that lightpole, weaving across the street after her. And fortunately, since she's not running, too, it's not so difficult for him to catch up with her. Not that that slows him for a second. ]
Alisaie!
[ Thank the Six, she's still on her feet, she's not hurt, she's not - ]