⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ standing by the edge of that bridge and wearing⎯⎯⎯a devilish grin. either it is insanity or an unending will. whichever it is, take a step back. [ THE WORDS BROKE THROUGH STATIC, SPOKEN THROUGH HIS COMM, the faint rasp of a worn filter threading through his breath. THE AIR SHIFTED, low altitude pressure dragging heavy across the lungs as the risk factor climbed with every passing second. the sky itself was wrong, washed in a yellowed haze, fallout dust and wind driven sand turning the daylight dim and sickened, as though the sun burned through a veil of ash. wülfric bent, the weight of his gear settling forward, grazing his forefingers across the grit layered over the cracked bridge, and brought it closer to inspect it. the grains clung to the worn fabric of his gloves, fine and stubborn, not just sand but the remnants of something burned down and scattered. ] the dead tell a fascinating tale, [ he added without tone, and straightened, the sling shifting across his shoulder as he reached back and drew the long, bolt worn rifle free, metal dulled by dust, the barrel catching only a faint, lifeless glint beneath the muted light. ] without a damn mask, and nearly out in this godforsaken town. ]
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ are you infected? [ EYES FROM INSIDE THE MASK OBSERVED HER, the visor shadowing what little could be seen as his scan picked up her vital signs, faint readouts flickering along the edge of his sight. BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE LINGERING IN HER GAZE; SOMETHING THAT DID NOT BELONG TO A BODY STILL BREATHING THIS AIR, AS IF TIME ITSELF HAD MISSED HER IN ITS RUIN. was it her? he pondered, and did not hide the way his gaze narrowed, intrigue settling in its place, his grip tightening once along the stock before stilling. ]
&. dearest darling, wipe dat depression of yours and come have fun w me. me finna apologize for how late this spam is. ): life’s been crazy busy for me.
