Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
Happy to be tugged along, Dez followed as this time they proceeded down the corridor unescorted. He glanced down at their joined hands, heat flushing his skin at the contact, but he dismissed it; now wasn't the time.
They continued in silence for a moment before Dez picked up the sound of footsteps approaching round the corner. Using a side door, which lead to a small, cramped office filled with files and books, he pulled himself and Ash inside, closing the door quietly behind them m, awaiting the footsteps to pass.
It seemed cliche, childlike even, but he became hyper aware of how close together the office put them. He was cautious to avoid touching her wings, not wanting to hurt her further.
They continued in silence for a moment before Dez picked up the sound of footsteps approaching round the corner. Using a side door, which lead to a small, cramped office filled with files and books, he pulled himself and Ash inside, closing the door quietly behind them m, awaiting the footsteps to pass.
It seemed cliche, childlike even, but he became hyper aware of how close together the office put them. He was cautious to avoid touching her wings, not wanting to hurt her further.