allelujah [Ø] 01
Who: Allelujah
Where: Somni
Style: Third
Status: Open, because Alle needs to get out already 3<
He jerked back around the corner almost as soon as he'd leaned out; a glance so quick that even sharpened eyesight caught little more than an outline further blurred by the darkness. Yet it was the outline that had him pressed against the wall as if urging it to draw him in, barely noting the scrape of cold foundations against thinly covered skin. Friendly or unfriendly, he couldn't say for certain, but the sharp shiver deep inside was unmistakable and he'd learned not to ignore it long ago.
He shouldn't have come out. Taking refuge in one of the starkly silent buildings as Lockon - Lockon, and some part of him was still shaking its head in disbelief - suggested had made him feel uncomfortably like a trespasser, skirting nervously past the objects within and keeping close to the wide glass windows, but even the marbled foyer had been warmer and offered four-walled protection.
Now Allelujah lacked that safety, as well as any means of defending himself. He closed his eyes, hard, partly to angle more concentration towards listening for every shuffle of the creature, and partly to match clenched fists and a tight throat that choked off well-deserved recrimination. It didn't seem to have seen him at least, the sounds even going so far as to drift a little in the opposite direction, and that was cue enough to begin ghosting backwards along the wall and away, struggling with every uneven step not to simply turn and run.
Where: Somni
Style: Third
Status: Open, because Alle needs to get out already 3<
He jerked back around the corner almost as soon as he'd leaned out; a glance so quick that even sharpened eyesight caught little more than an outline further blurred by the darkness. Yet it was the outline that had him pressed against the wall as if urging it to draw him in, barely noting the scrape of cold foundations against thinly covered skin. Friendly or unfriendly, he couldn't say for certain, but the sharp shiver deep inside was unmistakable and he'd learned not to ignore it long ago.
He shouldn't have come out. Taking refuge in one of the starkly silent buildings as Lockon - Lockon, and some part of him was still shaking its head in disbelief - suggested had made him feel uncomfortably like a trespasser, skirting nervously past the objects within and keeping close to the wide glass windows, but even the marbled foyer had been warmer and offered four-walled protection.
Now Allelujah lacked that safety, as well as any means of defending himself. He closed his eyes, hard, partly to angle more concentration towards listening for every shuffle of the creature, and partly to match clenched fists and a tight throat that choked off well-deserved recrimination. It didn't seem to have seen him at least, the sounds even going so far as to drift a little in the opposite direction, and that was cue enough to begin ghosting backwards along the wall and away, struggling with every uneven step not to simply turn and run.