[ The aftermath of the chaos that had ocurred at her house this month has been rough on Ange. The initial days after the incident she couldn't even do as much as get out of bed, really, and though she did quickly start to regain energy again, Ange hasn't found herself taking walks by herself out as often this month - perhaps out of the worry that she might end up caught up in yet another thing. Worried that the beast in her may start to creep out all over again.
But she knows she can't stay cooped up inside forever. So after a while, by the end of the month, Ange does go out for walks by herself again. She decides one of the first places she wants to see again is the beach, so she heads in that direction—
Only to see something that threatens to stop her heart right inside of her chest.
It's not akin to what she has had to deal with this month. But the sight of someone very familiar right there, stepping into the ocean, threatening to walk out into it.. it's exactly like her nightmares from last month.
It immediately makes Ange stop thinking about her worries about beasting out again if she gets too worked up. It's too late anyway. She's already worked up at the very sight of Peter taking a step, and then another. To a point where Ange's feet move before anything else does, before her brain even fully reacts. The girl starts to run as quickly as she can in her current, still slightly weakened condition, her feet almost sliding away in the sand with how desperately she's trying to get closer to where Peter is as quickly as possible.
Realising that she might not make it before the other has already stepped way too far into the water, she instead calls out as she runs. ]
Peter!
[ There's nothing casual about it. Nothing flat, like Ange's tone often tends to be in normal circumstances - though Peter has already heard emotion plenty of times before in her tone, the sort of thing Ange only reserves for the people she feels close to, and comfortable with.
But this time it's even more than that. Even though she's only saying his name, something about the volume and tone alone make it a desperate plea all by itself. ]
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But she knows she can't stay cooped up inside forever. So after a while, by the end of the month, Ange does go out for walks by herself again. She decides one of the first places she wants to see again is the beach, so she heads in that direction—
Only to see something that threatens to stop her heart right inside of her chest.
It's not akin to what she has had to deal with this month. But the sight of someone very familiar right there, stepping into the ocean, threatening to walk out into it.. it's exactly like her nightmares from last month.
It immediately makes Ange stop thinking about her worries about beasting out again if she gets too worked up. It's too late anyway. She's already worked up at the very sight of Peter taking a step, and then another. To a point where Ange's feet move before anything else does, before her brain even fully reacts. The girl starts to run as quickly as she can in her current, still slightly weakened condition, her feet almost sliding away in the sand with how desperately she's trying to get closer to where Peter is as quickly as possible.
Realising that she might not make it before the other has already stepped way too far into the water, she instead calls out as she runs. ]
Peter!
[ There's nothing casual about it. Nothing flat, like Ange's tone often tends to be in normal circumstances - though Peter has already heard emotion plenty of times before in her tone, the sort of thing Ange only reserves for the people she feels close to, and comfortable with.
But this time it's even more than that. Even though she's only saying his name, something about the volume and tone alone make it a desperate plea all by itself. ]