Erik Lehnsherr (
markedformore) wrote2011-12-17 10:33 pm
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After the assault at the party -- deserved, needed, desperate -- Erik had shrugged off any help before making his way through the cold and dark streets. His lip bleeds sluggishly with no need for attention and the bruises on his face will fade. If anything, the cold weather is a balm to the pain and so he takes his time.
That and he's fairly sure he's managed to get lost in the process. The Boarding House is usually down these same streets, but Erik's been wandering aimlessly and the scarf and coat he's wearing do nothing to keep out the chill. As well, it's allowed his thoughts to run rampant and he curls the coat tighter about his thin frame as he walks.
One more turn and he's going to need to ask for help, but for now, he settles for swearing under his breath in German, an angry and quiet litany that he sees no point in stopping.
That and he's fairly sure he's managed to get lost in the process. The Boarding House is usually down these same streets, but Erik's been wandering aimlessly and the scarf and coat he's wearing do nothing to keep out the chill. As well, it's allowed his thoughts to run rampant and he curls the coat tighter about his thin frame as he walks.
One more turn and he's going to need to ask for help, but for now, he settles for swearing under his breath in German, an angry and quiet litany that he sees no point in stopping.
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More than that, though, she hates that she has to be afraid at all, that her life got upended so fully that it's practically become part of her state of being now, the need to look back over her shoulder and make sure there's no one waiting for her in a shadow. A lot of the time, she can manage, but on a night like this, it's impossible.
She pulls her coat a little tighter around her and wishes to God (not for the first time) that she were armed. At least then she'd have some measure of security, something to provide reassurance, especially when she spots a figure up ahead. "Hello?" she calls, peering through the darkness to try to make out a face, unspeakably relieved when she realizes it's someone she's met, though it doesn't last long. Erik was kind to her when she arrived and needed it most, one of few people she might find it in her to trust, but the way he looks sets her worried for an entirely different reason, frowning as she makes her way to him. "Good Lord, what happened? Are you alright?"
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"What are you doing out here?" he asks critically. "It's cold, you'll catch flu."
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