Ryan looks at all of them, eyes resting on each of them in turn. He has nice eyes, Jon notices, they're not blue like Spencer's or as large as Brendon's, but they're - nice.
They're trying so hard to stay silent, trying so hard to let Ryan make the right decision in peace, but Brendon breaks in - "Please, Ryan," even though Jon claps a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head urgently, but Brendon can't be deterred. "Ryan."
Ryan nods, though, says, "Okay," even though he's sad and dull-eyed already. Everyone's just glad he's agreed, and they all stand there, still trying to recover from the exertion of running - fuck, a mile at least - from the stampede, when -
The sound starts up again; they're getting closer. This time they can hear the sounds of wolves, or dogs, howling. Spencer doesn't know how long Ryan's been here in this dream world, what he's done; but one thing's for sure: they're out for him, and they're out for blood.
Brendon turns around then turns back to look at them, eyes wide. "How do we get back into the real world?" he says, panicked.
"Never mind that," Spencer yells, grabbing Ryan's hand, "Just run!"
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: Sunday, 26 July 2009 15:01 (UTC)Ryan looks at all of them, eyes resting on each of them in turn. He has nice eyes, Jon notices, they're not blue like Spencer's or as large as Brendon's, but they're - nice.
They're trying so hard to stay silent, trying so hard to let Ryan make the right decision in peace, but Brendon breaks in - "Please, Ryan," even though Jon claps a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head urgently, but Brendon can't be deterred. "Ryan."
Ryan nods, though, says, "Okay," even though he's sad and dull-eyed already. Everyone's just glad he's agreed, and they all stand there, still trying to recover from the exertion of running - fuck, a mile at least - from the stampede, when -
The sound starts up again; they're getting closer. This time they can hear the sounds of wolves, or dogs, howling. Spencer doesn't know how long Ryan's been here in this dream world, what he's done; but one thing's for sure: they're out for him, and they're out for blood.
Brendon turns around then turns back to look at them, eyes wide. "How do we get back into the real world?" he says, panicked.
"Never mind that," Spencer yells, grabbing Ryan's hand, "Just run!"
HA, TWO CAN PLAY AT THIS GAME.