Darkness Calling; Crowned hopeless [tag the pursuer]
That horrible, tearing feeling.. Ripping at his heart, his lungs, stealing his breath away as he ran, faster yet, as the coward he was becoming, towards the safety of his hotel room. His steps were clumsy.. he battered himself in his haste.. tripping, the king slammed his leg deeply against the edge of a stair, his arm falling against he banister.. But still he ran, further yet, throwing open the door to his modest hotel room, and falling against it. The doorknob jammed him in the side as he staggered, holding a hand over his eyes in attempts to perhaps stop the onslaught of tears that had begun to fall from his eyes, a cascade against flushed cheeks. He had failed.
The door swung shut, but not completely; still partly ajar, as the king couldn't be bothered to deal with it. Mickey stumbled, tiny body colliding heavily with the wall closest to the bed. His back, his head, ricocheted against the solid surface with a deep crack, resounding in echoes throughout the tiny room. He curled up, wedged between the dresser, the bed, and the wall, knees pulled tightly to his chest. He had failed. Again. Hopelessness gnawed at him, sending tremble after tremble to rock his petite frame... it was too much...
The door swung shut, but not completely; still partly ajar, as the king couldn't be bothered to deal with it. Mickey stumbled, tiny body colliding heavily with the wall closest to the bed. His back, his head, ricocheted against the solid surface with a deep crack, resounding in echoes throughout the tiny room. He curled up, wedged between the dresser, the bed, and the wall, knees pulled tightly to his chest. He had failed. Again. Hopelessness gnawed at him, sending tremble after tremble to rock his petite frame... it was too much...