[The shout echoes behind him and are followed by the wet slap of Ryan's feet. The logical part of him knows Ryan can't outrun him and he can already imagine Ryan hunched over and panting. But it doesn't matter. No logic is listened to, no rationality heeded as Mattias plows through the church. His hips smack pews, his arms bump columns and a wealth of bruises blossom unrecognized on his skin. It doesn't matter. None of it matters so long as those footsteps grow distant and his two men drift away.
They'll ask him to make a choice, me or him, and he would have to choose. Oren would feel abandoned. He would change, become a shell of his former self–the man Mattias had fallen in love with all those months ago. Ryan would feel betrayed, maybe proven right. He had estimated unfaithfulness and what would selecting Oren do other than prove him right?
It's not something he wants to face. It's not something he ever wants to face and yet each wet footstep upon the stone brought it closer. Escape was mandatory. To where, he didn't know. The answer would come so long as it came far away from this and its everything.
The door opens as he slams his shoulder into it and Mattias stumbles into the late morning sun. The air floods his lungs and he can breathe again. His feet start to move; he begins his run anew. The air rushes by as his body shifts and cracks, remolding into the shape of a stallion. Four legs move faster than one and he uses them to run as far as he can.]
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Date: 2016-02-22 08:02 am (UTC)They'll ask him to make a choice, me or him, and he would have to choose. Oren would feel abandoned. He would change, become a shell of his former self–the man Mattias had fallen in love with all those months ago. Ryan would feel betrayed, maybe proven right. He had estimated unfaithfulness and what would selecting Oren do other than prove him right?
It's not something he wants to face. It's not something he ever wants to face and yet each wet footstep upon the stone brought it closer. Escape was mandatory. To where, he didn't know. The answer would come so long as it came far away from this and its everything.
The door opens as he slams his shoulder into it and Mattias stumbles into the late morning sun. The air floods his lungs and he can breathe again. His feet start to move; he begins his run anew. The air rushes by as his body shifts and cracks, remolding into the shape of a stallion. Four legs move faster than one and he uses them to run as far as he can.]