[ Jesus Christ it's a fucking relief to hear the voice, even if he can't see the face. Maybe it's selfish, maybe silence would've meant Mace made it out somehow, but his gut instinct says that's not what he'd believe. Silence would have filled him with a keen, unshakable dread. The overwhelming suspicion that they'd taken him, and if he wasn't dead he'd be wishing he was. ]
Yeah-
[ Called back, raspy and relieved, very noticeably in close proximity to the door. A second later there's a soft thump as the side of his fists hits it, a support he uses to bear most of his weight and lean upon it. ]
I'm here. Are you alright?
[ His voice is raised up loud enough to make it through wood, he thinks, and while there's a soft tremor of leftover shakiness, he's mostly back to steady again.
Just a door.
Just a door.
(And then the constantly working lower echelons of his mind murmur that the door is locked, that they've been separated like test subjects forced apart, that there's likely to be a follow-up experiment because why else bother with that specific piece?)
And then the following realization that Mace is barred in, but Ian's out in the hall, in the open floor plan of the cabin.
Alone. Wide open, it feels like. Fuck. Jesus, fuck. ]
no subject
Yeah-
[ Called back, raspy and relieved, very noticeably in close proximity to the door. A second later there's a soft thump as the side of his fists hits it, a support he uses to bear most of his weight and lean upon it. ]
I'm here. Are you alright?
[ His voice is raised up loud enough to make it through wood, he thinks, and while there's a soft tremor of leftover shakiness, he's mostly back to steady again.
Just a door.
Just a door.
(And then the constantly working lower echelons of his mind murmur that the door is locked, that they've been separated like test subjects forced apart, that there's likely to be a follow-up experiment because why else bother with that specific piece?)
And then the following realization that Mace is barred in, but Ian's out in the hall, in the open floor plan of the cabin.
Alone. Wide open, it feels like. Fuck. Jesus, fuck. ]