emmett -----
by array out of meja
It’s rare but not unheard of for a winter thunderstorm on this section of the islands. Having grown up on Tinuvel, Emmett has lived through the harshest winters and mildest summers that the islands have to offer. He shakes his head as the rain begins pelting down, not too perturbed by the thunder. Lightning, on the other hand, gives him pause, and he automatically turns to search for his ever-present companion.
He startles slightly when Angeline’s familiar, beloved image doesn’t appear. He looks around frantically, vision obscured by the raindrops and his frosty brown forelock, which has become plastered to his white face. His heart begins pounding as it always does when his lean mahogany love isn’t beside him. The fear of losing her again paralyzes him as he remembers The Incident, ghost pains shooting across the scars along his right side.
His breathing hitches as another web of lightning flashes through the black clouds. He snorts uneasily, a shiver running down his spine, resisting the urge to call out for her. He wonders if maybe she’d already taken cover in anticipation of the storm; she always had teased him that she had more common sense than him.
He doesn’t remember passing any places to take shelter but he turns around anyway, keeping his eyes peeled even as his head is tucked to keep the worst of the rain out of his face. Suddenly, there she is out in the open, slightly fuzzy, a teasing smile on her face as if daring him to chase her. He remembers that look from their last day in her forest home and his heart pangs painfully. She looks as perfect now as she had then even though that tiny part of his mind that remembers what really happened struggles to return him to sanity.
He glides toward her on autopilot, missing her voice, which had been largely absent since their trip to the Ridge. He’s almost beside her when suddenly a blurry figure surges past, right between them. ”Whoa!” he cries, flashing back to the last time someone had come between them. Half-expecting to feel claws and teeth tearing into his flesh again, his golden eyes almost roll in their sockets as he searches for whatever had just bolted across his line of sight.
The storm has worsened during his panicked search for Angeline and he can only just make out the running form in the distance. ”Wait!” he yells stupidly, not realizing that with the howling wind and intense downpour, it’s unlikely anyone would be able to hear him even if they were standing right in front of him. His mind still half in the past, he chases the ghostly figure, almost identical memories buzzing around him as he runs. He’s not even sure he’s following something real but he calls out again, ”Please, stop! It’s dangerous!”
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