Re: dami/holly apartment
The corridor smelled like piss and dirt. It was dark, and there was trash crammed in against the doorways that lined it and the bulb in the hallway light had either blown or been smashed, she couldn't tell. But it had always smelled like piss and she could handle a little trash and she could feel the heat from where he was standing, like any second he would come past her and okay, maybe it was a little young? But she was grateful just then.
Nothing from the hallway but the stairs loomed ahead and when she put her first toe on the step, a door slammed up ahead and her shoulders went rigid and her head snapped in the nearest direction. And this? This was the closest it had come to really, really not okay and she fumbled her keys, jingle in her palm and clattered for the door, the first right and moaned a little prayer under her breath as the locks held firm.
It was a row of locks, one-two-three and a frightened look over her shoulder into the dark before she slid through into the apartment, and held it for Damian, every intention of slamming it on the night.