|threecenturyman (threecenturyman) wrote in spinningcompass,
@ 2015-06-14 20:43:00
|!closed, !plot, ~micha delmare, ~steve rogers (old)
Who: Old Steve and Micha
Where: The beach
What: Meeting again
When: After this
Rating: High for themes
Steve was still in pain, but he didn't care. He needed to get to Micha. He was terrified for her. When JR told him he'd been cutting a swath through the enemy, he knew that wasn't good at all. As he made his way to the beach he silently prayed that she hadn't turned. He'd never be able to live with himself if he caused that.
He had to pause for a moment when he got to the edge of the city, leaning against a building. It took just a moment's rest before he could keep going. He hated being so slow, but it was necessary. While the pain was lessening, it was still very present.
"Micha!" He called as he got closer to where the reaper had fallen. He stopped, just staring at the thing. He closed his eyes and his whole body tensed as a memory came to the front of facing down that thing, and then there was nothing. That had been what killed him.