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[izzyevans]

[Timed for directly after this post on Saturday, September 20th]She wasn't watching where she was going. It was useless. Her eyes stung with hot tears, tears that came much too quickly for Isabel to wipe them away fast enough. Her body moved forward quickly, feet trudging on autopilot as Isabel couldn't focus on anything other than the large,

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[texas_forever]

Tim's running again, hair pulled back practically into a loose ponytail, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. His feet make a steady thump-thump-thump against the wooden boards beneath his shoes, his own breath loud in his ears as he tries to take in more oxygen.

He barely registers the person running into him from the side before he's crashing down, managing to catch himself before his knees hit.

"What the--" he cuts himself off when he finally sees the identity of his assailant and, in the next second, sees the distraught look on her face. "Isabel? What's wrong?"

[izzyevans]

Hitting the wood with her knees hard, Isabel cried out in pain and choked back a sob that had been threatening to escape ever since she tumbled out of the tent. She would have managed to get out an apology of some sort, only she saw it was Tim and suddenly that was the furthest thing from her mind. "Lucius--" she started, and then she just couldn't say it. Isabel shook her head, willing him to understand, and then she pressed a hand against her mouth to muffle the sound of the sob that had finally broke free.

[texas_forever]

Already, he has a hand curled around her arm, trying to ease her back to her feet as he steps in closer. The name is instantly recognizable, but Tim still isn't sure what's going on, just knows it's bad.

"Is he hurt?" he asks, an undefinable pang of something twisting in his gut as he lifts his head to look past her down the path, half expecting to see someone carrying the guy behind her or something.

[izzyevans]

"No," Isabel whispered, a painful hitching in her chest. Her feet were still unsteady beneath her, knees weak and wobbly. Were it not for Tim's hand on her arm, Isabel likely would have sank down onto the pathway again. "He and Pullo-- they're gone."

Saying it aloud was like twisting a knife in her own gut. Wincing, Isabel turned her face to try and hide the torrent of tears that started.