It was chaos. Chaos beyond what he had known in Rapture; that had been madness, lethal and horrible, but in the end Eleanor had been beside him through all of it, herself and aware, saving him just as much as he saved her.
Now the madness separated them, and he had no idea how to break through it and reach her.
They had been trying to push him away, get him clear so they could take care of her, but the need in his blood surged, bond or no bond, and he reached for her.
He couldn't decide if he wished he had his plasmids or was thankful that he didn't.
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Date: 2014-09-12 02:42 am (UTC)Now the madness separated them, and he had no idea how to break through it and reach her.
They had been trying to push him away, get him clear so they could take care of her, but the need in his blood surged, bond or no bond, and he reached for her.
He couldn't decide if he wished he had his plasmids or was thankful that he didn't.
"Eleanor! Eleanor, stop!"