[ Flynn wakes with a start, gasping air sharp enough back into his lungs to make a few of the torches on the walls around them flicker. There's nothing like breathing back into your own body already upright, especially when it's been a few days since your fingers were your own. For a second he just stands there, breathing hard despite the lack of exertion, curling his fingers up and down and up again because he can. There's nothing fighting him. He can taste the stale damp air on his tongue and feel it move along his nose as he breathes. One of the torches, closer to him, flickers with a faint sort of heat. ]
Thank the Goddess.
[ He breathes, half to himself, and then glances up with another startled little sound, bitten-off. ]
Oh— oh! You're here. That's— I really need to get back!
2. escape // the lobby // mostly for yuri
[ Flynn bursts through the door gasping, covered so thickly in glitter and blood that only the bright blue of his eyes marks who he is, and promptly freezes.
He's been running on frustrated adrenaline for the undetermined length of time that he's been in that dungeon, bent entirely on moving forward, getting out, getting to the other side. Focusing on a series of frustrating and deadly tasks is the perfect thing to stop you thinking about where you're aiming and what might be happening, and he'd gotten as far as maybe this will get me back into my body and stopped there, clinging to that desperate hope. Somewhere on the other side, he'd told himself again and again, repeated like a prayer, should be Yuri, hopefully unharmed and waiting out the end. Flynn can't leave him alone for it.
So, naturally, he wasn't even remotely expecting to be spat into the bright stone-washed lobby of the hotel. Not the manor, his mind supplies, half-shrill. The hotel, front desk and all, with the central fire and the low couches he'd huddled with Cecelia, without any rain or acid-eaten stone or sumptuous tapestries.
He's dripping blood onto the white floor. He doesn't notice. He's frozen in place, unable to figure out what exactly is going on. ]
Flynn Scifo | already in the game | couple days after the start of May
[ Flynn wakes with a start, gasping air sharp enough back into his lungs to make a few of the torches on the walls around them flicker. There's nothing like breathing back into your own body already upright, especially when it's been a few days since your fingers were your own. For a second he just stands there, breathing hard despite the lack of exertion, curling his fingers up and down and up again because he can. There's nothing fighting him. He can taste the stale damp air on his tongue and feel it move along his nose as he breathes. One of the torches, closer to him, flickers with a faint sort of heat. ]
Thank the Goddess.
[ He breathes, half to himself, and then glances up with another startled little sound, bitten-off. ]
Oh— oh! You're here. That's— I really need to get back!
2. escape // the lobby // mostly for yuri
[ Flynn bursts through the door gasping, covered so thickly in glitter and blood that only the bright blue of his eyes marks who he is, and promptly freezes.
He's been running on frustrated adrenaline for the undetermined length of time that he's been in that dungeon, bent entirely on moving forward, getting out, getting to the other side. Focusing on a series of frustrating and deadly tasks is the perfect thing to stop you thinking about where you're aiming and what might be happening, and he'd gotten as far as maybe this will get me back into my body and stopped there, clinging to that desperate hope. Somewhere on the other side, he'd told himself again and again, repeated like a prayer, should be Yuri, hopefully unharmed and waiting out the end. Flynn can't leave him alone for it.
So, naturally, he wasn't even remotely expecting to be spat into the bright stone-washed lobby of the hotel. Not the manor, his mind supplies, half-shrill. The hotel, front desk and all, with the central fire and the low couches he'd huddled with Cecelia, without any rain or acid-eaten stone or sumptuous tapestries.
He's dripping blood onto the white floor. He doesn't notice. He's frozen in place, unable to figure out what exactly is going on. ]