[Several minutes had passed before Kit allowed his back to hit the grass and his lungs to fill and empty again with a deep sigh of relief. It was longer still until he found the strength to move, his victory over such possessed determination almost too unreal to wrap his mind around, but not nearly as unreal as his opponent's unrelenting grip on his leg. It took some effort on his part, the mangled condition his hands were in limiting their reliability, but eventually Kit worked each finger loose with only minimal scratches to the skin beneath.
He was tempted briefly to leave the other boy lying there, but their fight had been one he'd not only consented to, but promised. More importantly, there was no telling what might happen to Vincent if he was left stranded in a place like Hagu, and beyond a shadow of a doubt all his belongings would be stolen away. Whatever had transpired between them, he didn't deserve that. Especially not after they had worked together to escape Kit's pursuers...
It was decided, then.
Leaving the other boy to lie face down in the grass for the time being, Kit got unsteadily back to his feet and collected their belongings from over by the tree. A favor from an old acquaintance was called in and, in a matter of minutes Vincent and he were picked up from the park and escorted from Hagu back to the school in Green Valley.
In his state, the most difficult part for Kit was carrying Vincent, his guitar, and his own personal effects to the dorms from the street. His legs screamed silently in protest every step of the way, not unlike the stares he'd gotten from onlookers until, at last, he'd shut them both away behind the security and privacy of his dorm room door.
The couch was bypassed in favor of Kit's own room. Even in his exhausted and weakened state, he knew better than to dump someone as injured and covered in blood as the other boy onto a surface that would stain so easily and be difficult to clean. His bedding, however, could be laundered later or simply disposed of. And so it was there, atop a plush dark grey comforter, that Vincent would eventually awaken. He would find his guitar leaning neatly next to the side of the bed nearest the pillows, but no Kit in sight.
Of course, the sound of running water from the bathroom was the perfect indication of where he'd disappeared to...]
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He was tempted briefly to leave the other boy lying there, but their fight had been one he'd not only consented to, but promised. More importantly, there was no telling what might happen to Vincent if he was left stranded in a place like Hagu, and beyond a shadow of a doubt all his belongings would be stolen away. Whatever had transpired between them, he didn't deserve that. Especially not after they had worked together to escape Kit's pursuers...
It was decided, then.
Leaving the other boy to lie face down in the grass for the time being, Kit got unsteadily back to his feet and collected their belongings from over by the tree. A favor from an old acquaintance was called in and, in a matter of minutes Vincent and he were picked up from the park and escorted from Hagu back to the school in Green Valley.
In his state, the most difficult part for Kit was carrying Vincent, his guitar, and his own personal effects to the dorms from the street. His legs screamed silently in protest every step of the way, not unlike the stares he'd gotten from onlookers until, at last, he'd shut them both away behind the security and privacy of his dorm room door.
The couch was bypassed in favor of Kit's own room. Even in his exhausted and weakened state, he knew better than to dump someone as injured and covered in blood as the other boy onto a surface that would stain so easily and be difficult to clean. His bedding, however, could be laundered later or simply disposed of. And so it was there, atop a plush dark grey comforter, that Vincent would eventually awaken. He would find his guitar leaning neatly next to the side of the bed nearest the pillows, but no Kit in sight.
Of course, the sound of running water from the bathroom was the perfect indication of where he'd disappeared to...]