05-27-2014, 03:44 PM
Torri yawned, and immediately regretted the reflex. The stretch tugged at the soreness of her face, but then of course the harder she fought it, the worse it was. So she went ahead and let the yawn take her and subsequently wished she could wipe the tears that leaked from the corners of her squished-up eyes.
It felt like hours went by without anything happening. She was almost ready to kick the door again just for the reaction when the knob started to jiggle.
She sat up a little straighter, and cringed at the sudden flood of light. A shape filled the doorway, silent and dark, and through Torri's wince she almost thought it was -
"You..."
Michael managed, trailing off. Shock chilled by a sliver of fury was his greeting, and a chill ran up Torri's spine. Somehow, she didn't recoil despite the instinct to do so.
There wasn't a moment to think about it, as suddenly her arms fell loose at her sides, freed of the cuffs altogether. Another moment later and he picked her up like he were the healthiest he'd ever been in his life.
His arms held her snug against him. His stride was long, and the set to his jaw was much firmer than her own slack-mouthed shock. She lacked the words to ask how he was upright when he was on the verge of death last she saw of him. She was also half-afraid to ask if he was even the same man. There were flickers of potential here and there, since the first day she met him, that made her want to avoid his bad-side despite the gap in rank between them, and now, Michael seemed... unleashed.
In the end, she decided not to speak at all. Not only because she didn't want to jinx the luck of being rescued when images of an had Arabic prison filled the time, but also because, well, she didn't know why. It seemed best not to disturb him.
It felt like hours went by without anything happening. She was almost ready to kick the door again just for the reaction when the knob started to jiggle.
She sat up a little straighter, and cringed at the sudden flood of light. A shape filled the doorway, silent and dark, and through Torri's wince she almost thought it was -
"You..."
Michael managed, trailing off. Shock chilled by a sliver of fury was his greeting, and a chill ran up Torri's spine. Somehow, she didn't recoil despite the instinct to do so.
There wasn't a moment to think about it, as suddenly her arms fell loose at her sides, freed of the cuffs altogether. Another moment later and he picked her up like he were the healthiest he'd ever been in his life.
His arms held her snug against him. His stride was long, and the set to his jaw was much firmer than her own slack-mouthed shock. She lacked the words to ask how he was upright when he was on the verge of death last she saw of him. She was also half-afraid to ask if he was even the same man. There were flickers of potential here and there, since the first day she met him, that made her want to avoid his bad-side despite the gap in rank between them, and now, Michael seemed... unleashed.
In the end, she decided not to speak at all. Not only because she didn't want to jinx the luck of being rescued when images of an had Arabic prison filled the time, but also because, well, she didn't know why. It seemed best not to disturb him.