facethefacts: dont tell dez about this (fucked that one)
πŸ…³πŸ…΄πŸ…°πŸ…²πŸ…ΎπŸ…½ ([personal profile] facethefacts) wrote in [community profile] route666rp 2025-06-25 01:13 am (UTC)


Deacon falls to his knees, or so he thinks. The whole thing feels like a blur, which may be because he's sort of becoming one; a sort of fog over the top of the water. He doesn't know how long he stays there. Minutes. Hours. It's all the same to him. He stares at her for as long as the water shows her to him, and when the image of her ripples away, he stays there even longer. It would have been better if he'd drowned.

Its his thought that reminds him of where he is. He can't stop here, because Danse both needs him and is his only ticket out. Deacon doesn't know how he's going to look the other man in the face, let alone be useful in any way, but just like home, life here doesn't stop for anyone. He has to move.

Feeling a bit solid again, Deacon trudges up the path where he'd last seen Danse move. He's not rushing, but he's also assumed that he's quite far behind. He'll find him eventually.

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