WE HAD HIGH HOPES || MUDSLIDE

[angelembrace]

"they flip the siren, hit the lights" ✭ ── Oh, thank fuck. It was instinctual, curling up as the Guru lifted him off the shaky ground, feeling a sort of familiarity that would be lost among the intensity of all his senses going haywire. He just looked at Infero as she passed by, blinking with no discernible emotion. That exchange would be something to ponder at a later date, when the overwhelming threat of being buried alive wasn’t so prevalent.

As soon as he touched dry, solid ground, Angelembrace began to shake uncontrollably, almost as if the boy was in shock. The only presence that he could make out was Byriath, having just rescued him from any of the fatal possibilities that came with a mudslide, and immediately scooted closer, [i]attempting to lightly cling on to one of his legs. Could have sworn he saw his life flash before his eyes, not that there was a whole lot there to recall.