decohere: (of your misery)
Ava Starr ([personal profile] decohere) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway 2022-09-19 11:28 pm (UTC)

[she's not immediately aware anyone is coming after her, though the small scrap of sanity she has left she hopes nobody is. that they stay on target, complete the mission. that they'll be too caught up in success they'll overlook her missing and she can... run. keep running.

she's not even sure what she's running toward, just away through the jungle. the footfalls of her boots are louder than she usually prefers for stealth, crunching through leaves and fallen sticks, as she phases right through bushes and trees in her path.

her lungs burn with exertion as she pushes faster, and her legs won't allow her to slow down despite how little sense she can make out of what she's doing, less and less sense.

until suddenly she's able to break through the confusion, collapsing all at once on her hands and knees.

she breathes out uneasily. fuck. she has no idea where she is, how far out she made it. Ava glances around her, and in the dark Max's red eyes stand out like a beacon.]


M- [small gasp for air] Max?

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