First, shock spears through him, the light of recognition in his gaze once he saw it wasn't Zeke pulling the curtain back. Second, pain blooms vibrant in his hand, which he snapped back with a hiss. He shook his hand, like fanning it would make the ache go away.
It didn't.
"You should have warned me it was you," Keelan chastized, a little aggrivated despite Fae's laughter. It was good to hear, though. Instead of the deafaning silence and the sounds of heavy footsteps surely looking for them still. Or the rush of blood in his ears from the overwhelming fear of being caught.
His aggrivation melted the more he heard that laugh turn light, leaving him to sigh and flex his fingers, brows furrowed. A simple punch that did so little shouldn't have stung so much. How was he ever going to watch Fae's back, being as weak as he was? How could he ever fend off Zeke - or god forbid, Bruce - with how he was now?
One thing was for certain, though. Keelan wasn't going to apologize for trying to defend himself against someone that might have been an attacker. That had been a small triumph in itself, alongside trusting Fae to to take him and escape together. To apologize would ruin any sense of personal strength he'd gotten in the mere hours they'd known each other.
Soon, their feet were rapidly running down the stairs and once again Keelan pushed himself fast. He threw himself against the door at first, one hand cradling the bundle he still carried, the other tearing from Fae's grip to grab at the handle. A swift twist and a jerk, and--
"It's open!" He threw the door open wide, a cascade of moonlight falling on his face and for the briefest of moments he looked up to see the night's sky without bars for the first time in a long while. A smile slid across his features, and this time it was him grabbing Fae, pulling him out the door and down the dirt road to their freedom. Away from Zeke. Away from captivity. Away from pain and solitude.
he'll be more impressed later when they make it to safety ^_~
It didn't.
"You should have warned me it was you," Keelan chastized, a little aggrivated despite Fae's laughter. It was good to hear, though. Instead of the deafaning silence and the sounds of heavy footsteps surely looking for them still. Or the rush of blood in his ears from the overwhelming fear of being caught.
His aggrivation melted the more he heard that laugh turn light, leaving him to sigh and flex his fingers, brows furrowed. A simple punch that did so little shouldn't have stung so much. How was he ever going to watch Fae's back, being as weak as he was? How could he ever fend off Zeke - or god forbid, Bruce - with how he was now?
One thing was for certain, though. Keelan wasn't going to apologize for trying to defend himself against someone that might have been an attacker. That had been a small triumph in itself, alongside trusting Fae to to take him and escape together. To apologize would ruin any sense of personal strength he'd gotten in the mere hours they'd known each other.
Soon, their feet were rapidly running down the stairs and once again Keelan pushed himself fast. He threw himself against the door at first, one hand cradling the bundle he still carried, the other tearing from Fae's grip to grab at the handle. A swift twist and a jerk, and--
"It's open!" He threw the door open wide, a cascade of moonlight falling on his face and for the briefest of moments he looked up to see the night's sky without bars for the first time in a long while. A smile slid across his features, and this time it was him grabbing Fae, pulling him out the door and down the dirt road to their freedom. Away from Zeke. Away from captivity. Away from pain and solitude.
They were free.