i'm really not so with you anymore
He didn't have much time at all, but he did notice the shift. It was sudden, and maybe the moment that he doubted it could've been the time he needed to avoid. The arrow flew from her bow and lodged right in the front of his thigh, above his knee. The burn was immediate, strong and cruel, and it didn't fade. "Fuck?", he stumbled back with the impact, landing on his ass, more so on the satchel, crushing any of the glass things inside.
Rigby was quiet, he didn't speak often and when he did it was rude and cynical. Any shouting was reserved for anger, nothing more. And he never needed anyone else, he didn't trust anyone else. But here he was, the idiot who'd trusted the woman with the bow to not shoot him. Panic settled in his veins, oozing and radiating from the wound. It only surged when he looked up and realized she was leaving.
And he was so fucking angry. He wanted to stand and shove her off the cliff, see how she liked it. But he couldn't, and that would be stupid. That wouldn't stop the bleeding, and that wouldn't help him survive. He overindulged in his recklessness far too often, and now was not that time. "Wait, please," he shouted, voice cracking from it's usual low rumble. Tears stung his eyes, his hands held around where the arrow penetrated, skin covered in the red hot crimson.
Rigby was quiet, he didn't speak often and when he did it was rude and cynical. Any shouting was reserved for anger, nothing more. And he never needed anyone else, he didn't trust anyone else. But here he was, the idiot who'd trusted the woman with the bow to not shoot him. Panic settled in his veins, oozing and radiating from the wound. It only surged when he looked up and realized she was leaving.
And he was so fucking angry. He wanted to stand and shove her off the cliff, see how she liked it. But he couldn't, and that would be stupid. That wouldn't stop the bleeding, and that wouldn't help him survive. He overindulged in his recklessness far too often, and now was not that time. "Wait, please," he shouted, voice cracking from it's usual low rumble. Tears stung his eyes, his hands held around where the arrow penetrated, skin covered in the red hot crimson.
i'm just a ghost
RIGBY
