it feels like we're ready to crack, these days, you and I
Oh don't you worry - Ronin's sleep is ruined enough even without having to freeze-frame the camera, but undoubtedly one of the crew will do that later. If, you know, they live through this. Hahas and all that.
Scrabbling to his knees just as the bucket of water spills across the basement and soaks into the denim of his jeans, he sucks in a shuddering breath and jumps at the feel of Remi clutching for his shirt. Without intending to or thinking about it, he clutches at the other man's arm right back, and he's sorry for any red smears that are left on Remi's jacket.
"We just need to get to the stairs," he tells him in a voice that feels too quiet given how loud he thinks he's speaking, as though the air itself is dragging the sound down. The hammering against the basement door continues, Ronin using it along with the flickering flashlight to try and orient them.
As he tries to get to his feet, though, the world completely reorients itself. Everything grows shriekingly cold and dark, and fuck, he can't breathe, and all he can taste is iron--
From Remi's perspective, he'll see something - perhaps in ghoulish detail, given what he's capable of - launch itself from the bloody well, snatching at Ronin's throat and pulling him half into it, straight under the surface of the rust red liquid.
Scrabbling to his knees just as the bucket of water spills across the basement and soaks into the denim of his jeans, he sucks in a shuddering breath and jumps at the feel of Remi clutching for his shirt. Without intending to or thinking about it, he clutches at the other man's arm right back, and he's sorry for any red smears that are left on Remi's jacket.
"We just need to get to the stairs," he tells him in a voice that feels too quiet given how loud he thinks he's speaking, as though the air itself is dragging the sound down. The hammering against the basement door continues, Ronin using it along with the flickering flashlight to try and orient them.
As he tries to get to his feet, though, the world completely reorients itself. Everything grows shriekingly cold and dark, and fuck, he can't breathe, and all he can taste is iron--
From Remi's perspective, he'll see something - perhaps in ghoulish detail, given what he's capable of - launch itself from the bloody well, snatching at Ronin's throat and pulling him half into it, straight under the surface of the rust red liquid.
when it's just the two of us, only the two of us, I could die
