who: @huntercam ft. hurricane jac where: random street in the city, well after nightfall
Declan, in all his haste to get to a trip that caught nothing but fucking air, has lost his opportunity to get to safety...well, safely. There's a lantern in his satchel he has out to light the way, but outside of that and the flashes of lightning that crash down around him, there's nothing but darkness,wet and muddy and windy. He's weighed down by the sodden clothes draped over him, yet the wind still threatens to blow him over.
There must be magic for this, right? How are other magic users fairing? Is Declan the only one who stands useless? He's gotta get to the stadium. He knows as soon as this adrenaline runs out, his bones are going to hurt more than they ever have before. He knows the kind of ache that waits for him on the other side of this.
The wind gusts even more as he nears a flooded alley way, and he's about to fall over from the sheer strength of it until someone grabs his wrist. The wind pushes him, his back slams against brick, but his wrist remains caught.
"Cam?! What the --"