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honestly, it's just as surprising to mapplethorpe that he was still standing. ( he can't help but blame his love for horror games and movies to have helped him in this scenario. ) he's fast, nimble as he navigates through the forest, assuming that maybe he might be the only one still alive after he had gotten separated from the others. ( the guilt he felt whenever he heard some of them scream in the distance and he kept on running like a coward. )
in the split second of seeing stebbins, he can't help but feel immense amount of fear until he's suddenly embraced. ( he can smell the copper on his shirt. ) he soft laugh leaves him, hesitant to be let go whenever he was so convinced he wouldn't see a living human again. ( just those terrifying creatures that you'd only see in a werewolf in london. )
his hands come up to rest on stebbins forearms, getting a good look at him. he looks---....bad. he looks so, so, so fucking bad. "stebbins--...? what happened to you?" his voice sounds a little more stern than he intended, the icy grasp of fear wrapping around his heart again. "stebbins--....?" his voice comes out more pleading whenever he seems to be in a lot of pain--...in his head.
"i--...what?" he suddenly feels choked up, giving stebbins a gentle shake. "we--...we have to go. stop," // @bstrdson
