[ There's a moment when she's almost sure she knows him. The long dark hair, the toned physique. A moment in the oxygen-deprived haze when she sees him in a crumpled heap and covered in the same gunk she is, that she thinks just maybe... ]
Dimitri?
[ Her voice sounds rough, ripped up from the tube she forcefully ripped from her face. That one word, laced with pain that was born from turmoil rather than the burn that licks at her throat.
She's not sure how long it takes her to crawl towards him, her limbs refusing to cooperate as they slip against the cold, hard floor. Her naked body the least of her concerns in light of whatever the hell this is.
Even as she reaches out with trembling fingers to touch his shoulder, she knows. For these next few moments, at least, until he turns and confirms the truth for her? There's still hope and that's more than she had five minutes ago. ]
Morning Starshine
Dimitri?
[ Her voice sounds rough, ripped up from the tube she forcefully ripped from her face. That one word, laced with pain that was born from turmoil rather than the burn that licks at her throat.
She's not sure how long it takes her to crawl towards him, her limbs refusing to cooperate as they slip against the cold, hard floor. Her naked body the least of her concerns in light of whatever the hell this is.
Even as she reaches out with trembling fingers to touch his shoulder, she knows. For these next few moments, at least, until he turns and confirms the truth for her? There's still hope and that's more than she had five minutes ago. ]