[ His heart starts to trill when the lock gives at last, already imagining a family reunion, already puzzling over where they're alike and where they diverge. And when Ash bursts in--thank god, he's not as bad as he sounded! Everything's coming up Quentin until the sickly light from outside hints at Ash's face falling. Then, he doesn't see much. His head hits the stairs hard enough that he isn't sure if the crack of noise is above him or inside his skull.
[ He's on the dirt-packed floor of the cellar before he can even scream. The noise of pain finally bursts out of him straight onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt that he sucks back in violently. It's supposed to be air that helps him kick back hard against whatever's holding him--but it's fucking dirt. The cough tears at his throat and the sore blooms around his torso, but he does manage to kick like a fucking horse. They're trained to act under this kind of duress. ]
Ash! [ He yelps into the dark, scrabbling to get his knees under him and crawl away from it. It. ] Cheryl! Cheryl, it's okay, hide!
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[ He's on the dirt-packed floor of the cellar before he can even scream. The noise of pain finally bursts out of him straight onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt that he sucks back in violently. It's supposed to be air that helps him kick back hard against whatever's holding him--but it's fucking dirt. The cough tears at his throat and the sore blooms around his torso, but he does manage to kick like a fucking horse. They're trained to act under this kind of duress. ]
Ash! [ He yelps into the dark, scrabbling to get his knees under him and crawl away from it. It. ] Cheryl! Cheryl, it's okay, hide!