The gentle shh-shh of the waves on the shore at night was calming for Miles, and he needed that calm lately. After the problems with the barrier and that - thing - he'd needed to calm his blood, and the sound of the ocean drowned out the static in his brain. The static was getting harder and harder to ignore, the Walrider singing in his ears with his anxiety. There was probably some pharmacy he could go to around here for some anti-anxiety medication, but what would even happen? Would the Walrider reject the drugs as a toxin?
The crash of the waves on the shore was white noise to combat the white noise that was already in his blood and ears and brain, and it seemed to be working.
Then: Help us.
His heart rate spiked. The Walrider didn't talk, but if it did he was pretty sure that's what it would sound like, freezing rain and an angry cobra. He was about to try and figure out where it came from when there was a woman's scream, and before he knew what he was doing he took off, stumbling in the sand, losing his footing and practically falling down as some of the smaller dunes shifted beneath him as he ran.
As he got closer, he could see someone - Valdis? - and someone else taunting her, his arm covered in blood. But the man disappeared, and Valdis pulled something from her belt. The light glinting off of it showed Miles that it was a knife, and unless he was mistaken, she was planning on turning it on herself.
His heart pounded in his ears as he sprinted at her, pushing the sound of the static down, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling it and the knife away from her side. "Valdis! What the fuck?! Stop!"
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The crash of the waves on the shore was white noise to combat the white noise that was already in his blood and ears and brain, and it seemed to be working.
Then: Help us.
His heart rate spiked. The Walrider didn't talk, but if it did he was pretty sure that's what it would sound like, freezing rain and an angry cobra. He was about to try and figure out where it came from when there was a woman's scream, and before he knew what he was doing he took off, stumbling in the sand, losing his footing and practically falling down as some of the smaller dunes shifted beneath him as he ran.
As he got closer, he could see someone - Valdis? - and someone else taunting her, his arm covered in blood. But the man disappeared, and Valdis pulled something from her belt. The light glinting off of it showed Miles that it was a knife, and unless he was mistaken, she was planning on turning it on herself.
His heart pounded in his ears as he sprinted at her, pushing the sound of the static down, and he grabbed her wrist, pulling it and the knife away from her side. "Valdis! What the fuck?! Stop!"