There was a wash of emotion. Pity, sympathy as Aomine slammed into the doors. Of course the doors don't move, as solid and secure as they had been new though Aomine would probably swear there hadn't been a lock on them when he passed them before.
"This way," The voice repeated. The figure seemed utterly unaware of him, walking calmly just ahead. It weaved into a room and then appeared in another. The music was back, getting louder.
The chase is only a matter of moments. Down one hall and back over toward the room with the pretty furniture. Another turn and there is an entirely new hall. The paint stops peeling, begins looking smoother and newer as he runs.
Aomine caught up with her easily. A pretty face, framed by golden tendrils of hair that had escaped the bun, turned to look at him. "What are you doing? Come back to your room..."
If he touched her, the room would change. From the rotted remains of a hospital room to something newer. Light streaming in whole stained glass and a bed firmly bolted to the middle of the floor.
He might see, after a moment, that she had on a uniform. Her face was still relaxed, gentle. Probably the opposite of what he was feeling.
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Date: 2015-10-09 06:51 pm (UTC)"This way," The voice repeated. The figure seemed utterly unaware of him, walking calmly just ahead. It weaved into a room and then appeared in another. The music was back, getting louder.
The chase is only a matter of moments. Down one hall and back over toward the room with the pretty furniture. Another turn and there is an entirely new hall. The paint stops peeling, begins looking smoother and newer as he runs.
Aomine caught up with her easily. A pretty face, framed by golden tendrils of hair that had escaped the bun, turned to look at him. "What are you doing? Come back to your room..."
If he touched her, the room would change. From the rotted remains of a hospital room to something newer. Light streaming in whole stained glass and a bed firmly bolted to the middle of the floor.
He might see, after a moment, that she had on a uniform. Her face was still relaxed, gentle. Probably the opposite of what he was feeling.