Bonesplinter Ravine Nod my head, don’t close my eyes

The thought of trying to pull out Donovan’s nice side would’ve worked. Not enough to make him let her go, but it would’ve worked a bit it it meant anything. Yet, as he’s about to answer her cautious question she fucking bolts. 

He doesn’t even move. He’s a little bit shocked at first. He shows this with raised brows, but as he’s watching her injured form run off haphazardly he smiles sickly. Okay. He’s fucking exhausted. He’s been trying to be in a good mood for her. He hasn’t slept in four fucking days because he was too scared to sleep thinking Simmik was going to escape on the way back to the Strath. 

So as he watches her run he’s sighs. Rolling his shoulders and closing his eyes momentarily. His smile disappears. He’d give her a head start. He’s slow, but for once she’s slower than him. Eyes still closed he mutters out quiet words. “One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.” She has to be a fair distance away by now. “Seven. Eight. Nine.” His hawkish eyes open eerily — maliciously. Already fixated on his target, he gets in the ready position, eager to run. A horrid grin appears then. “Ten.” He whispers finally and he’s kicking up grass sprinting towards her.

It doesn’t take too horribly long for him to catch up, but surely Simmik’s heart beats faster and faster. There’s no way she can’t see him gaining on her. Especially as he’s shaving the distance so quickly. 

Now, he’s a fair few meters behind her when he yells to her. “Come on, Simmik. Now you’re the fucking stupid one. I even gave you a head start!” He closes the distance a bit more. He could catch her but he slows down. “Better go faster before I fucking catch you!” He plays horribly.