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Every Man Alone is Sincere [p]
Aug 10, 2015 21:37:04 GMT -5
Post by Levenin on Aug 10, 2015 21:37:04 GMT -5
Levenin stayed hunched over on the ground, not having the self-worth to face him at eye level. After all of the nasty things he’d said… It was part of being in character but he’d hit so many personal facets. The time they’d spent together gathering essentials and having idle conversations about anything and everything- each moment the perfect opportunity to internalize every last flaw he could think of. It was secondhand by now to observe the little things. It made Lev feel disgusting to use it this way.
He could only sit and stare up at the other, not able to tell if it was the rain or tears streaming down Dante’s face at the moment. Though with how pained an expression he carried, it was easy to guess which. Following Dante’s line of sight, it finally appeared the rest of the force caught up with their positions in the park. There was a decision to be made here, and it had to be made now as the timer on the ID scrambler continued to count down the minutes. If his real name returned to the radar, it wouldn’t matter which escape route he took. But if he ran now, nothing could ever be fixed between them.
Levenin stumbled backwards into the mud as the gun was whipped out. So much for self defense but a secret compartment of venom wasn’t much of a contender in the first place. Would Dante shoot to kill? It was probably better to die than to be subject to whatever punishment awaited him after capture. ”You talk like you’re going to let me go,” he said, shutting his eyes. Death or not, he was afraid to stare down the barrel of the gun.
Lev flinched, ears deafening slightly as a shot rang out in the air. Forcing himself to see when he realized he was unharmed, the doctor instinct within him kicked in. ”What’re you doing?!” He didn’t even need to think about what he did next, having dealt with so many bullet injuries before. Levenin turned Dante back over, taking his hands away from the wound and fumbling with the straps that held the vest together. His ears were still ringing from the sound and the rain seemed to echo distantly.
”I can’t get this off… How do I…” All he could manage was to slip it just enough to the side to get access.
”I have to have something in here…” Items were flung haphazardly from the pockets of his cloak in search of anything that could help. He couldn’t believe he didn’t swipe any gel. If only he had the supplies from the clinic.
”C’mon, we gotta go!” Levenin took Dante by an arm, trying to get him to his feet. There was still time to leave the perimeter, however far it extended, if they took the sewer shortcut. He could help at least this once. ”Please! I won't leave you like this!”
He could only sit and stare up at the other, not able to tell if it was the rain or tears streaming down Dante’s face at the moment. Though with how pained an expression he carried, it was easy to guess which. Following Dante’s line of sight, it finally appeared the rest of the force caught up with their positions in the park. There was a decision to be made here, and it had to be made now as the timer on the ID scrambler continued to count down the minutes. If his real name returned to the radar, it wouldn’t matter which escape route he took. But if he ran now, nothing could ever be fixed between them.
Levenin stumbled backwards into the mud as the gun was whipped out. So much for self defense but a secret compartment of venom wasn’t much of a contender in the first place. Would Dante shoot to kill? It was probably better to die than to be subject to whatever punishment awaited him after capture. ”You talk like you’re going to let me go,” he said, shutting his eyes. Death or not, he was afraid to stare down the barrel of the gun.
Lev flinched, ears deafening slightly as a shot rang out in the air. Forcing himself to see when he realized he was unharmed, the doctor instinct within him kicked in. ”What’re you doing?!” He didn’t even need to think about what he did next, having dealt with so many bullet injuries before. Levenin turned Dante back over, taking his hands away from the wound and fumbling with the straps that held the vest together. His ears were still ringing from the sound and the rain seemed to echo distantly.
”I can’t get this off… How do I…” All he could manage was to slip it just enough to the side to get access.
”I have to have something in here…” Items were flung haphazardly from the pockets of his cloak in search of anything that could help. He couldn’t believe he didn’t swipe any gel. If only he had the supplies from the clinic.
”C’mon, we gotta go!” Levenin took Dante by an arm, trying to get him to his feet. There was still time to leave the perimeter, however far it extended, if they took the sewer shortcut. He could help at least this once. ”Please! I won't leave you like this!”
