[Hiding is not exactly Logan’s modus operandi, but for the time being he hasn’t got a better plan if he cannot risk making himself the resident meat shield.
With Kurt’s back against his chest, he can only hope they’re quiet enough or that the thing rounding the corner out of the fog isn’t as good a hunter as he is. It smells like something decomposing and the scraping sound quickly becomes clear— the long scythe it carries is dragged by its gnarled handle. The battered blade of which scrapes and skips along the ground at its side.
It’s a long uncomfortable wait, tangled in each other and the brambles until it’s out of reach of them by both scent and sound.]
C’mon. Let’s put some distance between us while we figure out how the fuck to get out these cuffs.
[He whispers the words nearly flush against Kurt’s ear because it’s a hopeful idea at best when neither of them have any real understanding of just how recursive these paths are.]
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With Kurt’s back against his chest, he can only hope they’re quiet enough or that the thing rounding the corner out of the fog isn’t as good a hunter as he is. It smells like something decomposing and the scraping sound quickly becomes clear— the long scythe it carries is dragged by its gnarled handle. The battered blade of which scrapes and skips along the ground at its side.
It’s a long uncomfortable wait, tangled in each other and the brambles until it’s out of reach of them by both scent and sound.]
C’mon. Let’s put some distance between us while we figure out how the fuck to get out these cuffs.
[He whispers the words nearly flush against Kurt’s ear because it’s a hopeful idea at best when neither of them have any real understanding of just how recursive these paths are.]