"Have you cleared the rooms on this floor?" Someone asks, loudly, "Yes, the duke came out of that one- we have to hurry to the next level up, come on, there's a chance of ferrying water down, it's clear-"
Then the power shorts out. There's still the light of the windows, but nothing coming in from under the door. The building power is down. Everything is very quiet.
The room starts to smell like smoke. It begins to trickle, gently, around the frame- Barma has built walls of illusion a few inches within the real walls of the room. He heats up the doorknob, gently, begins to raise the temperature, so gradually it'll take a long time to sink in.
It doesn't occur to him at first. His mind is so scattered that his senses are dulled. He stays on the floor and tries to rationalize it out. Maybe there's an emergency. A fight he's breaking up.
Some urgent business he's been called away for.
Al stays where he is, until the smells starts making him cough, and his throat feels dry.
Al doesn't bother transmuting it open. He coughs again, goes to the bed and pulls away the pillowcases. He dumps the contents of his water glass over them, rolls them up and shoves them into the crevices around the door.
He goes to the window again, scanning the crowd. He might have missed him, somehow-
Al does, in soft, wracking sobs that sound painful with how breathless they are. Finally, when Al begins to calm down, Barma will get a fist walloping him in the ribs. Graceless and not at full power, but enough to ache and possibly make him wheeze on the next breath.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:23 am (UTC)The hall door slams. More running.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:26 am (UTC)Barma will come back for him. He wouldn't leave him here. Not unless he couldn't come back.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:27 am (UTC)Then the power shorts out. There's still the light of the windows, but nothing coming in from under the door. The building power is down. Everything is very quiet.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:29 am (UTC)But Barma wouldn't leave him here. He trusts him. Utterly.
He'll come back for him.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-14 06:37 am (UTC)Some urgent business he's been called away for.
Al stays where he is, until the smells starts making him cough, and his throat feels dry.
It slowly begins to dawn on him.
"Rufus?" he whispers into the silence. "Dodo-?"
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:40 am (UTC)He goes to the window, looks out-
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:43 am (UTC)The sound of the flames are getting closer.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:45 am (UTC)"Rufus-"
It's a raspy whisper at first.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:51 am (UTC)He goes to the window again, scanning the crowd. He might have missed him, somehow-
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:52 am (UTC)"You didn't think I'd leave you, did I?"
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:54 am (UTC)He's shaking with the adrenaline.
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Date: 2012-03-14 06:56 am (UTC)"I have you, it's all right, I have you."
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:00 am (UTC)Hand stroking down his back.
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:04 am (UTC)"Don't- don't ever do that to me again-"
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:05 am (UTC)Wheezing, reaching out an arm to him.
"Alphonse, you can be upset, but you can't misbehave."
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:08 am (UTC)Calm, almost silent.
"It's over, and if you didn't enjoy the ride I'll never do it again, all right? I promise."
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:11 am (UTC)He grips the sheets, spitting out the words. He's angry, pained, looking like he's about to cry.
"You told me we'd stopped playing and then you left me there."
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:13 am (UTC)Very gentle.
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:20 am (UTC)He whispers, and his voice breaks.
It wasn't the fire. It wasn't the danger. It was the thought of Barma leaving him behind. Of being forgotten.
Again.
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Date: 2012-03-14 07:20 am (UTC)Crossing to him, fast.
"You will never, ever, ever be left."
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