Love mends even the broken parts
What he was doing was fucking securing the door with something more than the magic that Wessex was trusting to keep the monsters at bay. Now the monsters knew about it, and had threatened, quite ominously to find someone or something with a heartbeat and open it. He wasn't trusting the magic anymore, so was trying to secure the entrance with some more. Which he’d told her he would do. His nerves were already quite frayed, and so he was barely keeping a grip on his temper. It was only the fact that she sounded tired and not critical that prevented him from snapping at her.
”I thought we should have a more mundane way of keeping this door shut, so that even if they do get through the heartbeat panel, the door doesn’t just open.” This contraption wouldn’t be sufficient but he had no way of knowing that. Without pausing, he continued to drill the nails in. They were almost secure, and when they were he’d add the plank. All they had to do was lift it to open the door. Simple but effective.
”I thought we should have a more mundane way of keeping this door shut, so that even if they do get through the heartbeat panel, the door doesn’t just open.” This contraption wouldn’t be sufficient but he had no way of knowing that. Without pausing, he continued to drill the nails in. They were almost secure, and when they were he’d add the plank. All they had to do was lift it to open the door. Simple but effective.
loren
