[The problem with trying to hail someone over the network device was that you had no way of knowing why a reply didn't come immediately. They could be busy, they could be sleeping, they could be ignoring you, or they could even be dead. And considering the last she had seen Masamune they'd been half beneath the waves of a storm, that only she had made it to the deck of the Golden Hind...
Looking for him wasn't easy. She'd lost her crutch in the sea, and Isengrim had run off to terrorize giant crustaceans, but she hitched a ride down back from higher ground towards the ruins of the village, and from there she had made it to the beach, stumbling an balancing precariously on the unsteady footing sand provided. She's exhausted from tending to the injured, but what if he was? What if he needed help?
What if he'd drowned, after saving her- even after all the things she'd said to him?
She doesn't know how long it takes to see something- a dark blur lying in the sand, figure hidden by the night until she gets closer, heart lodged in her throat, until she recognizes him, until she's trying to run but she can't, falling into the sand. It was a soft landing at least, and she hurried to pick herself up, desperation clawing its way past her heart to come out in a strangled, too quiet cry.]
Masamune- !
[She cursed her bindings, her helplessness, for the thousandth time, fingers curling in the sand as she hauled herself up, forced herself forward in what could only be called a series of controlled falls if one was being polite, until she collapsed at his side. He was breathing-
Afraid for the worst, she hurried to press her ear to his chest, not even considering that he might... Just be asleep.]
05 | for Masamune
Looking for him wasn't easy. She'd lost her crutch in the sea, and Isengrim had run off to terrorize giant crustaceans, but she hitched a ride down back from higher ground towards the ruins of the village, and from there she had made it to the beach, stumbling an balancing precariously on the unsteady footing sand provided. She's exhausted from tending to the injured, but what if he was? What if he needed help?
What if he'd drowned, after saving her- even after all the things she'd said to him?
She doesn't know how long it takes to see something- a dark blur lying in the sand, figure hidden by the night until she gets closer, heart lodged in her throat, until she recognizes him, until she's trying to run but she can't, falling into the sand. It was a soft landing at least, and she hurried to pick herself up, desperation clawing its way past her heart to come out in a strangled, too quiet cry.]
Masamune- !
[She cursed her bindings, her helplessness, for the thousandth time, fingers curling in the sand as she hauled herself up, forced herself forward in what could only be called a series of controlled falls if one was being polite, until she collapsed at his side. He was breathing-
Afraid for the worst, she hurried to press her ear to his chest, not even considering that he might... Just be asleep.]