( like a calamity that the bible foretold, the sky was rent apart with a terrible ease, and a shattering suddenness. the ground groaned in agony, like something were being split apart, and with the atmosphere a connected appendage to this entire world, it echoed the same sentiment.
more than just rain or freezing sleet — everything rapidly flooded. Ben clamors for high ground, trapped in the unwanted ride of icy water, because believe that it caught him well off-guard. god bless adrenaline, for being the main thing keeping Ben alive as he was swept up in a hard current. he'd come so close to crawling out to safety, only to get smacked in the face with a surge of water coming down overhead.
at some point, Ben's aching, numb hands manage to grasp onto a stair banister, ornate and old, polished wood. his hands can only grip so hard — he isn't really sure how hard he's holding on at all, for he can't feel a thing aside from a bone-deep, cold pain. water cuts over his shoulder and spills in his face, but if he can just get a footing, if he can just pull himself up, he can make it up out of the water.
it's just that — Ben isn't feeling very connected to his body at the moment, his hands are slipping down this sleek-lacquered banister, which by the way is now beginning to whine lowly under the weight of being pulled, and Ben is aspirating water as he goes. it doesn't look good for him at the moment. )
wildcard option, as discussed (holdingoutforahero.mp3)
more than just rain or freezing sleet — everything rapidly flooded. Ben clamors for high ground, trapped in the unwanted ride of icy water, because believe that it caught him well off-guard. god bless adrenaline, for being the main thing keeping Ben alive as he was swept up in a hard current. he'd come so close to crawling out to safety, only to get smacked in the face with a surge of water coming down overhead.
at some point, Ben's aching, numb hands manage to grasp onto a stair banister, ornate and old, polished wood. his hands can only grip so hard — he isn't really sure how hard he's holding on at all, for he can't feel a thing aside from a bone-deep, cold pain. water cuts over his shoulder and spills in his face, but if he can just get a footing, if he can just pull himself up, he can make it up out of the water.
it's just that — Ben isn't feeling very connected to his body at the moment, his hands are slipping down this sleek-lacquered banister, which by the way is now beginning to whine lowly under the weight of being pulled, and Ben is aspirating water as he goes. it doesn't look good for him at the moment. )