weatheredlaw:

from Hyacinth

“Shit,” Eli muttered. “Shit, shit, shit.” He continued this way for several minutes, kicking the ground in disbelief, cursing the Lady’s name, cursing the names of people Rosie didn’t know, cursing himself for being so stupid. Finally, he grew silent. He was tall, she noted, watching his shadow stretch in the moonlight. He was tall, but right now, he looked so very tiny compared to the rest of the world.

“We’ll go,” she said. “We can still make it.” Eli laughed, loud and harsh.

“It’s impossible.”

“I trust you!” she yelled, spitting out the words he’d demanded she say not two hours ago. “Is that enough? Is that enough to get us there? I trust you!”

He looked at her, eyes glazed with tears of frustration, and gave her a small, sad smile. 

“You don’t understand. She’ll find us. She’ll always find us.”