where: a fountain somewhere in London
who: Henrick and Echo ( @echoagainst )
“What. The fuck. Are you doing?”
When he’d seen her during the battle, he’d felt a brief flash of panic, alarm. He knew she could handle herself, but what worried him more was the side she was fighting for.
And the implications that held.
He’d seen the moment she’d been injured, and had had to hold himself back from sprinting over to rip the head right off the shoulders of the person who’d hurt her. But he’d found some restraint, and had resigned himself to tracking her down once everything was over.
There was blood dripping from his temple, dirt and bruises and scrapes littered across his body, and everything ached. What he needed was rest so that his wounds could heal.
Instead he’d spent an hour looking for Echo after the battle - only to find her ankle-deep in a fountain of all things.
The ridiculousness of finding her in a fountain made him want to laugh, but he found that he couldn’t.
“You’re hurt,” he stated, simply.