10-12-2018, 12:24 AM
Distantly, they all heard the crack-crack-crack of a wired trap firing. He tensed.
No. But he was fine. He cried in front of Dorian and he was humiliated. He wanted to cry.
But, now he wasn’t upset anymore. Maybe because they’d all forgotten about him.
He stepped toward Dorian, away from Siobhan, the wolf, the fire-god Cruz to bring “Aiden’s friend” in… could it be, the Aiden? Aiden Finnegan?
“What—" Lih started. He looked around awkwardly at the next room. Clearly uncomfortable.
Dorian and that brown-haired man with the calm eyes hurried through here to the front door.
As if, this… all of this, could be explained simply.
Nothing would happen if Dorian did his job, right? Lih didn’t want anything bad to happen here.
This fore-knowledge may have been one of the major contributing reasons to his unwillingness to be agreeable (or even here), but it wasn’t as though he had a choice.
He sighed and spent an impressive moment dusting himself off. Sighed and followed along.
Saw something. Down the end. Something moved.
Lih zoomed in with his lens and saw it this time. The fallen man had clapped his hands up to his ears, through the shadows fifteen meters ahead; he noticed the man was showing too much of the whites of his eyes.
“Damn!” Lih exclaimed. Almost instinctively he snapped a visual of the man, and selected the option for police data scan.
The brown-haired man with the gray eyes kept his aim steady even as Dorian instructed him not to shoot the intruder.
“Sir?” he called, "are you ok?”
Vitya Lih
No. But he was fine. He cried in front of Dorian and he was humiliated. He wanted to cry.
But, now he wasn’t upset anymore. Maybe because they’d all forgotten about him.
He stepped toward Dorian, away from Siobhan, the wolf, the fire-god Cruz to bring “Aiden’s friend” in… could it be, the Aiden? Aiden Finnegan?
“What—" Lih started. He looked around awkwardly at the next room. Clearly uncomfortable.
Dorian and that brown-haired man with the calm eyes hurried through here to the front door.
As if, this… all of this, could be explained simply.
Nothing would happen if Dorian did his job, right? Lih didn’t want anything bad to happen here.
This fore-knowledge may have been one of the major contributing reasons to his unwillingness to be agreeable (or even here), but it wasn’t as though he had a choice.
He sighed and spent an impressive moment dusting himself off. Sighed and followed along.
Saw something. Down the end. Something moved.
Lih zoomed in with his lens and saw it this time. The fallen man had clapped his hands up to his ears, through the shadows fifteen meters ahead; he noticed the man was showing too much of the whites of his eyes.
“Damn!” Lih exclaimed. Almost instinctively he snapped a visual of the man, and selected the option for police data scan.
The brown-haired man with the gray eyes kept his aim steady even as Dorian instructed him not to shoot the intruder.
“Sir?” he called, "are you ok?”
Vitya Lih