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Abeyance - Chapter 2 (Yogscast)Honeydew doesn't think he's ever sprinted this fast before. Sirens are screaming at him, the world is bathed in vivid red light that makes him want to invest in a really good pair of sunglasses, but he doesn't really care. It's genuine, adrenaline filled desperation that he's running on, and he feels like he could sprint a hundred miles, though the breath puffing out of his mouth is short and the intake verging on a gasp.Abeyance - Chapter 2 (Yogscast) by ZigZagKitty
He found one of the many doctors who'd supposedly 'worked' on Lalnable- it had taken far, far too long for Xephos' safety, he knew that. That few minutes could have cost his friend a great deal of blood, and he gritted his teeth. That fact wasn't as important as Xephos' continued safety, and he glanced back at the man following him.
The stocky testificate scientist barely kept up with his short strides, a blue keycard firmly in his grip. He was almost white-knuckled from how tight he held it, but the sharp edges didn't seem to bother him.
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Abeyance - Prologue (Yogscast)Honeydew didn't know when it started, when the scales tipped and everything slid out of control. It was playful joking and amusingly broken coffee machines, then it was weaponry and a thousand broken promises. Xephos had always been a little less emotional than most, always at a distance, always thinking it through. That was just the surface of it. What happened now, that was new.Abeyance - Prologue (Yogscast) by ZigZagKitty
It wasn't that he didn't joke anymore. In fact, if Honeydew knew him less he would've still liked the spaceman, with his amiable nature and friendly smile. He wouldn't have noticed the excuses and the bloodshed lurking behind his eyes, the way his grin was too toothy to be friendly.
He was sick and twisted and Honeydew wished he didn't have his friend's face. The fact that his expression still lit up when he discovered things, he still laughed until he wheezed with it, and that he still encouraged Honeydew through every step was a knife in the gut and poison down his throat. His throat always tasted dry