#( there's no pressure to match length of course! i'm apparently just in a silly goofy mood writing-wise. idiot mode. )

[bastardfae]

closed starter for @officermorozov ˗ˏˋ ☆ ˎˊ˗

taking a day off from work seemed like an incredibly fitting decision following the carnage that had unfolded following tiernan’s visit to the store and the devastation that followed – afflicting both the store and himself. to say that the altercation had left arnon feeling a little shaken up was quite possibly the understatement of the century. to date, it was the closest he’d come to death and given the severity of most of the threats that had left the halfling’s lips in a hybrid state of panic and vibrant fury, arnon knew that wasn’t going to be the end of things. he might as well have signed his own death warrant at this point.

after a long and sleepless night, arnon found himself showered, dressed and out the door mere moments after sunrise and headed in an all-too-familiar direction. the concerns he had couldn’t be given over the phone and besides, arnon didn’t want to risk having anyone listen in. even if it was mere paranoia speaking, he didn’t want to take the risk of voicing his concerns if anything in the house had been altered or tapped prior to his return previously. 

his body had tried desperately to heal itself following tiernan’s relentless brutalising and whilst he could at least keep himself upright now, that didn’t lessen the deep-rooted ache from reverberating throughout his entire being with every step he took. for once, he was glad to be the only soul out and about at such a time of the day. despite being slowed down by the remaining injuries, arnon made it to the police station in decent time and heaved a sigh of relief before hammering on the door to the best of his abilities. getting dressed had proven enough of a struggle. there was no way he was going to test himself by pulling open a weighted door too. “hey! anyone alive in there? ‘s kind of urgent!”