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Steve Harrington ([personal profile] hairday) wrote in [personal profile] isawallflower 2021-06-01 03:37 pm (UTC)

[ A rectangular swathe of light guides the way into the otherwise pitch black apartment.

She must've been resting before. That sounds so good right now, rest. His strength is giving out so fast now that he's where he wanted to be, with Riley. And from their slow, awkward trek inside, he can tell that her energy levels also aren't what they should be, when she's been able to carry him just fine before.

He keeps his eyes on the floor, trying to watch his feet so he doesn't trip over anything and wind up waylaid on the ground. He notices some of them as he does, the scratches. These are far enough apart that they could plausibly be accidents. Not fucking up everything you touch when knives grow out of your hands and feet is a whole learning curve.

At last, he settles onto the couch, sagging heavily into one corner of it. Steve's good arm pats the empty cushion next to him, beckoning for Riley or Maple or both of them to sit with him for a while. It's as he's trying to spy the cat that he catches sight of the largest cluster of scratches, the deep grooves shining bright white with captured light from the hallway.
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Riley, what happened in here?

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