ilija » alessandro » dominique.
- AT THE mention of her ankle, his eyes travelled down to find it swollen. ‘ wait, don’t move, don’t move. ’ he basically pleads while all but lifting her, arm around her waist and making sure hers is around his neck for support. he could carry her bridal style but the land under their feet was not reliable enough for him to do so. ‘ i got you, just put all your weight on me and try not to let your foot touch the ground. ’ because it could make her ankle worse. ‘ i’m alright, the part i was in didn’t get hit. i didn’t see mimi, no, but alessandro just saw someone to the east. ’ and, with that, he started walking and bringing her with him in said direction in hopes to find the guy that was with him just seconds ago.
he approaches the person he’s spotted with lithe footsteps, before realising that he knows who the those blonde locks belong to. “ mimi ? ” he examines her with furrowed eyebrows, not entirely sure where ilija went but his adrenaline is running at an all time high and seeing someone in need makes it ten times higher. “ are you hurt ? can you walk ? come on, ilija is closeby, come on, ” in the same breath, he yells, “ ilija ! i found mimi, where are you ?! ” he looks around, spotting two figures coming towards him.
“I’m fine,” but she doesn’t sound it, voice frantic and breathless from amongst thick brush. Physically she’s mostly fine. She’d twisted her wrist when she’d fallen over, hands out to protect her face. –The rest of her is covered in shallow scratches not from the quake but from fighting through the undergrowth afterwards. “I can’t find Barker, he got spooked and ran off…” She had only brought three of her dogs. Barker, who’d boundless puppy energy to burn; a poodle named Duchess who’s the only other one of Mimi’s dog’s athletic enough to keep up; and Chinchy, who rode along in her backpack. When the quake hit Chinchy had barely seemed to notice - he was constantly trembling, anyway - and Duchess had run back to her mistress, but Barker had gone full pelt in the opposite direction. “He doesn’t even know his name yet,” she frets, but yells for him again anyway….Nothing. “Have either of you seen Barker?” She calls to Ilija and Kseniya as they approach. “A lab puppy,” she explains, for Ilija’s benefit. “–Have you seen anyone?…God, did the guide set a meeting point, or something?” She looks around, but isnt sure what she’s expecting to see. “I wasn’t paying attention to the tour I was listening to Britney Spears.”
" you were with ale ? ” any relief shrivels with the uncertainties that cling to her cousins and mimi. " wait— wait, please, slow down, ” breaths are shallow from the exertion as she finds a staggered rhythm, arm still burdening his neck. how many people are out there ? far too many for ilija to be bearing deadweight. balance shifts slightly, attempting to alleviate some pressure off his shoulders. the strain causes a sharp inhale through teeth, that are a hair’s breadth from drawing blood from her lower lip. eyes begin to prickle but not a sound dares to escape her. “ thank god she’s okay, ” she exhales, this time indulging herself in a moment of reprieve, despite having only the strength to carry her words into ilija’s earshot. * / @ilijafilipovic + @alessandrxs
