quaerit: sᴄᴏᴜᴛsɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ.ᴄᴏᴍ. (t h o u g h t f u l)
Richard Campbell Gansey III ([personal profile] quaerit) wrote in [community profile] dankmemes 2016-01-25 11:44 pm (UTC)

[ Ronan is not fine. He’s hurt, he’s limping -

Christ, they need to get inside. Gansey tears his eyes away from both his friend and the cat, and concentrates on the door. His fingers are already bloodied, and they slide over roughly hewn stone before they find purchase. Then the door struggles to move, as though it hasn’t been opened in years.

Gansey is not inexperienced with that. He pulls until he has enough of a gap to put his shoulder against it, and starts heaving it back. ]

Help me! Just a little more –

[ And then it gives, at least enough for them to get through. Gansey dives inside and holds it for Ronan, keeping it open. The doors will prove no more helpful in the other direction, but at least when they slam shut, he’ll know they’re safe. Providing this is the only door.

His eyes flick back over Ronan, at last. ]

Your leg, how bad is it?

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