LOCKE
He's lost track of time. Between getting the Halenani workers somewhere safe and trying to find Maeve and the constant throbbing pain in his hands, he's lost his mind. He had gone home, right after, but she wasn't there. So he went to the Slagveld, was told she had been there but wasn't anymore, he went to the in progress Halenani, he went to the inn, basically, he'd been all over Torchline. His whole body hurt in a way he couldn't really explain. He was exhausted. All there was left to do was go home and hope she was either there or that she'd show up at some point.
The sun was already up when he pushed the door open. What was it? A whole day almost? That he's been awake. Fuck being an early riser. "Mae?" Equal parts confusion and concern color his voice as he looks around for her. He spots the lump on the couch and sighs softly in relief. At least until he realizes she's covered in blood. Whatever exhaustion that had settled into his bones is quickly gone with the spike of adrenaline as he rushes over to her. One bloody, fucked up hand presses against her cheek, tilting her head up towards him. "Mae, please." It's all pathetic and almost choked as he watches her take a breath.
She does and he leans forward, pressing a shaky kiss to her lips as he tries to wake her. He's perfectly unaware of just how bad he looks. Soot clings to his skin like smoke clings to what's left his pants. His hands took the worst of the damage, slices in his palms and fingers. He's got a few smaller cuts but they're nowhere near as bad. As he cradles her face in his hands, he reopens many of the cuts. Oops.
The sun was already up when he pushed the door open. What was it? A whole day almost? That he's been awake. Fuck being an early riser. "Mae?" Equal parts confusion and concern color his voice as he looks around for her. He spots the lump on the couch and sighs softly in relief. At least until he realizes she's covered in blood. Whatever exhaustion that had settled into his bones is quickly gone with the spike of adrenaline as he rushes over to her. One bloody, fucked up hand presses against her cheek, tilting her head up towards him. "Mae, please." It's all pathetic and almost choked as he watches her take a breath.
She does and he leans forward, pressing a shaky kiss to her lips as he tries to wake her. He's perfectly unaware of just how bad he looks. Soot clings to his skin like smoke clings to what's left his pants. His hands took the worst of the damage, slices in his palms and fingers. He's got a few smaller cuts but they're nowhere near as bad. As he cradles her face in his hands, he reopens many of the cuts. Oops.
I wanna make up my mind
But I don't know myself
But I don't know myself
