so we meet again, after several years { closed }

[stray_gunner]

Who: divinelyhushed and stray_gunner .
When: Saturday night-ish.
Where: DISMAS.
Format: starting with action, but whatever's most convenient.
What: Nill goes into Dismas, and Heine follows her. This is going to go down like a lead balloon, isn't it?
Warnings: heine in dismas. uh. yeah.

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[divinelyhushed]

[the slight trembling hand migrated from her hands to her arms, arms to shoulders, and shoulders to roughly her whole body. figures that may or may not have been normal sized seemed to loom - tall, dark and ominous, and their faces seemed to become harder and harder to discern from the shadows and dark buildings behind them. occasionally, Nill would take a tentative step to her left and her right in hopes of finding some sort of escape route - back to the significantly less scary outer world. that - that one seemed normal. like most of the area around the church...]

[but those slight sidesteps were thwarted. people walked behind her in the street as well, occasionally brushing past her in a way that was too close and too personal to be "accidental". the urge to cry rose in Nill's throat, the feel very much akin to gagging upon food, and those shaking hands moved to touch her wibbling lips.]

[and then, when she turned her head once more, her eyes alit upon a familiar face. and, slightly comforted by the very appearance of Heine, she took purposeful steps toward him. one, then two.... and before a moment, Nill was trotting quickly through the crowd with the utmost caution - as fast as she could without knocking into people. but even with her precautions, the blond may have trod on a few feet on accident in her hurry to get to him.]

[surely...Heine'd know a way out of here. and even if he didn't, they could be lost together. and...Nill was quite sure she'd feel a whole lot more comforted if she were holding onto his sleeve - or given a quick hug.]

[stray_gunner]

[looking angry enough to attract a few nervous looks, he cuts through the crowds, focused not on avoiding collisions but on reaching her location as quickly as possible.

he doesn't call out her name, aware of the people who might hear the bit of information and use it. instead he walks faster, and reaches out to grasp her hand.]

Let's go.

[voice rough with unsaid words, he pulls her arm so that she's closer to him and immediately starts toward the entrance. he's not afraid (he'll never be scared again, he'll never be lost) but afraid for her. it's strange to care, to remember the mindset he had over a year ago.]

...sorry. [for being so abrupt, for not coming sooner, for not being there, but he doesn't specify.] We have to hurry.

[divinelyhushed]

[she stumbled a little whilst falling into a matching step. or as close to a matching step as she could, often taking more than a few steps to compensate for one of his. she wasn't shaking so much anymore, but her breath was coming in rather sharp - relieved, perhaps, with the remaining borderline hysteria quietly edged in there.]

[she still couldn't see the end of this place - these shadows seeming never ending. but people were generally giving them a wider birth, what with the disinterest in a pair, and the need to side step to avoid getting bumped into.]

[Nill swallowed hard at his statement, and nodded; I'm sorry, too]

[for getting lost, for making a mistake, for coming down here in the first place.]

[stray_gunner]

Stay close.

[he still sounds slightly harsh, almost sharp, but he loosens his tight grasp just a little, trying not to hurt her. dismas's many streets and buildings are familiar to him, and it's not long before they draw nearer to the exit.

but before they can leave, they have to pass through a series of narrow alleys. heine on his own is generally able to avoid conflict, but with nill in tow, they're garnering some thoughtful looks.]

[divinelyhushed]

[she managed a small nod and sniffled, casting slight glances around them before trying her best to focus on her feet. tripping now would just be a hinderance in their escape plan, not to mention give those who were eyeing them thoughtfully to approach.]

[it didn't seem beyond people down here to do more than stare.]

[Nill dislikes those looks, and does her best to keep her wings tucked against her body under the makeshift cloak (a blanket and a pin), and her hair in her face. it's little protection, but some at least.]

[stray_gunner]

[he keeps looking back at her, his mouth twisted a little in worry, as they hurry along. but even at the speed they're going, not a few men are starting to drift closer.

two or three are following from behind, and another four walk directly towards them. heine doesn't stop until he's forced to by a significantly taller man standing face-to-face with him and not stepping to the side.]

Move.

[he pulls nill closer to him.]