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cikavacThe bombs were coming; he could hear them in his sky and it seemed bitterly unfair that he had to face his death twice at the same time. He pushed angrily against the bars, shoulder still halfway wedged through with nothing to give but his own skin. And it wasn't giving fast enough. He snarled and shoved again- the grit of the stone dust from the hammering that the city had already taken cling to him, coated the back of his throat. Gavin spit and snarled again, yanking his arm back in to the small cell that he'd been trapped in for a week now.
Up until now it hadn't been as horrible as that sounded. A week where he was mostly ignored. Kept confined but fed and watered while everyone waited for someone to take an 'interest' in him, and he was trying to decide if he was going to survive this.
And now THIS shit.
The bombs were coming. The buzzing was in the air, the taste of stone on his lips.
Buzzing, grit on his tongue.
Buzzing, buzzing-
React.
Gavin kicked out as if he could launch himself away from the impact of the bombs. He threw himself away from the exposed window and against the far wall and tripped-
Tripped over blankets and kicked over a table-
The buzzing kept coming, deafening as the taste in his mouth became the acrid taste of fear and-
He wasn't alone. He'd been alone, but he wasn't now. A table, blankets tossed roughly- a softer room, painted in warmer tones than crumbling cement-
He wasn't alone.
Gavin sucked in one ragged breath after another and gestured towards the remaining table with a lamp- he knew the only person that would still be in the room with him when he woke up like that- but with that horrible, teeth grinding *buzzing* that kept clawing at his ears- he needed to see her.
He'd shown the world that the damage the bomb had left behind had not held him back- but she was the one that had opened the world back up to him. She wouldn't have turned on the overhead light while he was still struggling- she knew his triggers as well as her own. There was some comfort in their matching scars.
Up until now it hadn't been as horrible as that sounded. A week where he was mostly ignored. Kept confined but fed and watered while everyone waited for someone to take an 'interest' in him, and he was trying to decide if he was going to survive this.
And now THIS shit.
The bombs were coming. The buzzing was in the air, the taste of stone on his lips.
Buzzing, grit on his tongue.
Buzzing, buzzing-
React.
Gavin kicked out as if he could launch himself away from the impact of the bombs. He threw himself away from the exposed window and against the far wall and tripped-
Tripped over blankets and kicked over a table-
The buzzing kept coming, deafening as the taste in his mouth became the acrid taste of fear and-
He wasn't alone. He'd been alone, but he wasn't now. A table, blankets tossed roughly- a softer room, painted in warmer tones than crumbling cement-
He wasn't alone.
Gavin sucked in one ragged breath after another and gestured towards the remaining table with a lamp- he knew the only person that would still be in the room with him when he woke up like that- but with that horrible, teeth grinding *buzzing* that kept clawing at his ears- he needed to see her.
He'd shown the world that the damage the bomb had left behind had not held him back- but she was the one that had opened the world back up to him. She wouldn't have turned on the overhead light while he was still struggling- she knew his triggers as well as her own. There was some comfort in their matching scars.
