09-26-2020, 08:31 PM
Some part of him had almost expected the freak out to happen there and then, and relief tumbled about in his chest for the reaction he got instead. He didn’t put words to the feeling, just treasured it, letting it eclipse the weight of worry that burdened his shoulders. It didn’t really matter if it was foolish. Nothing hid in the openness of Raffe’s expression. Home sounded like paradise right then.
He followed into the cool underground of the metro, eyes bouncing around their surroundings without really seeing. These places were always strangely grand; all flowing arches and floors polished like palaces. A complete antithesis to those abandoned places beneath the city, where darkness roamed more freely than the steady rush of passing trains.
“Hardly have long to wait,” he laughed, rubbing his throat. They were like clockwork after all. He grinned, impish, teasing the impatience.
He followed into the cool underground of the metro, eyes bouncing around their surroundings without really seeing. These places were always strangely grand; all flowing arches and floors polished like palaces. A complete antithesis to those abandoned places beneath the city, where darkness roamed more freely than the steady rush of passing trains.
“Hardly have long to wait,” he laughed, rubbing his throat. They were like clockwork after all. He grinned, impish, teasing the impatience.
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