Koa
You may have been a shit friend of late, but none of that matters when you hear.
It's hard to say how long it's been by the time you reachtheir his door, nearly doubled over in exhaustion from the long run from the Nest. No, not even the Nest- the news had met you on the road, as you'd been making your way back from a long patrol. An accident -- Sea panther -- The Caretaker is dead. It's this last bit that sent you running, Pipsqueak a flag directing your route as you duck and weave down familiar streets, not stopping for anything until you find yourself outside a familiar door.
Which you knock on. And then knock on again. And then call through, your hands shaking as you reach out to try the handle, propriety be damned, because by now Pipsqueak is flying over your head in tight, upset circles, calling out in an almost subsonic cry that reverberates like heartbeats in your tightened chest. She can sense Sol inside, and that's enough. You'll break down this damned door if you must.
"Zavien? It's Koa. I'm coming in."
It's hard to say how long it's been by the time you reach
Which you knock on. And then knock on again. And then call through, your hands shaking as you reach out to try the handle, propriety be damned, because by now Pipsqueak is flying over your head in tight, upset circles, calling out in an almost subsonic cry that reverberates like heartbeats in your tightened chest. She can sense Sol inside, and that's enough. You'll break down this damned door if you must.
"Zavien? It's Koa. I'm coming in."
the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway
is that it's you, and that you're standing in the doorway
is that it's you, and that you're standing in the doorway
