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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 28, 2017 21:00:42 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed ne minute she was stumbling against her own personal body heater, and the next she was being hoisted overtop of said person. The longer she touched him, the more the frost in her veins receded, and the better her brain functioned. Still, her body wasn't ready to give her consciousness a leg to stand on yet; there was some healing to do first. So she did nothing but lay there limply as she was carried, noticing distantly that she didn't seem to be sliding against fabric. Where was this person's clothes? And why did the scent of them put her so at ease? Side stretching just a little too much, Farrah grunted in pain. Then sucked in a breath. Then winced. God almighty this broken rib was going to be such a pain in the ass. Wait.. she remembered that. Brain cells sparking to life, she blinked her eyes blearily and realized she was seeing the world sideways.. from some type of moving mount. ....Named Logan. God damnit. Oh! He was... climbing? With her on his shoulders? Her heart started to race. "Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea," she quietly chanted, keeping her eyes... closed. Yeah, closed was the best way to go. Because she couldn't do a damn thing about his progress, and couldn't stop them from tumbling back into the cave if he slipped. Like he did in the next ten seconds, causing her to jolt against him when he caught himself. The breath whooshed out of her, and reflexively she took a deeper inhale to compensate. That, of course was a fucking terrible idea. She whimpered. The higher they got, the more she defrosted. It wasn't hot outside, but it was a hell of a lot warmer than the freezer she'd just been in. Yet even with this new information bathing her, her body refused to return to normal function. She laid like a dead fish over Logan when he reached the surface, powerless to do anything but. Her brain was going fine, but apparently it took a little while to pull blood back to her extremities. Also, with the way they landed, she was ninety-nine percent certain she felt a rib fragment poking into lung. That was... incompatible with life, so she tried not to aggravate it. Logan rolling her off him was the exact opposite of "not". Hissing, her bound arms moved to rest over the area. Her shirt was absolutely filthy, but if he looked beneath it he'd see the crimson permeating just below the surface of her skin. It would stop on its own; she wasn't going to bleed out internally, but... It was probably a good idea not to force her to move very much. But Farrah didn't know this, so when the noises of the creatures sounded like they were getting closer again - amplified by the shape of the tunnel - she grit her teeth and urged, "We gotta go."[googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 28, 2017 21:20:55 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. “Shut up Cassy” He hissed at her when she exclaimed they had to go. Maybe he was a tad too focused right then for pleasantries. His hands were already moving, working their way quickly over her frame until he touched her ribs, the obvious wince in her muscles was apparent and he grumbled to himself. Pushing up her shirt, and trying to get any glimmer of sight on what was going on. The light of the fire he had lit before jumping down flickered around them, illuminating their surroundings and more importantly, Farrah. The discoloration was apparent, and he scowled before quickly moving on. His hands moved past her ribs to run along her collarbone, finger tips pressing with just enough pressure to find out what exactly could be broken and what wasn’t. His hands moving behind her head to feel if she was bleeding from there before he moved away and back to her ribs
“You can’t move right now.”His eyes were studying her rib cage, his finger tips touching very lightly against it to feel for flail chest. It was so difficult in the dark, but from what he could tell only one rib was fractured and not the entire side, which was…fucking lucky. There was no point in wrapping or trying to contact the fracture, not right now at least. They needed a medic, too bad they were stranded in the middle of no where (even more so than the regular middle-of-nowhere). They just both had to get as far away from civilization as they possibly could, didn’t they? “We’re safe Farrah. I promise. You’ll be okay just…Don’t move much okay? Just fucking trust me for like five minutes woman.” A promise he probably couldn’t keep but, hey who gave a shit when maybe it would provide some comfort. As far as he could tell the fire should keep them away, and would keep her warm enough she didn’t freeze to death. He grabbed some sticks, tossing them into the fire that was only a few feet away from the hole entrance. Staying here did not seem like a grand plan, but he also was in so much pain and exhausted he couldn’t really move them again. Taking a look at his own leg, claw marks were seen enveloping his ankle, matching the long four marks scratched deep across his chest.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 29, 2017 13:18:32 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed grunt was her only response to being told to shut it, partially because of how he said it and partially because she didn't really have it in her to fight him. Her muscles (and other organs) were still trying to defrost. His hands ran over her, and while her brain was confused whether or not it should be interested in the attention, deep down Farrah knew what he was doing. Assessing for - she sucked in a breath - injuries. "Fuck," she huffed, trying not to move her chest while she spoke. She was becoming conscious enough to appreciate his thorough but gentle touch, and for the first time in weeks she was able to make that call without immediately getting turned on. Probably because her body knew it'd come damn close to dying. "But I need to," she breathed, and tried to push herself up onto her elbows. One fucking rib shouldn't put her in this much pain. Slamming her fist into the dirt (on the opposite side), she cursed and laid back down. "This is stupid," she complained, even though her head started to lull to the side. Why was she so damn tired? Just fucking trust me for like five minutes woman. She smirked pitifully at this. "That's asking a lot," she countered, though she didn't try to move again. There wasn't much she could do, but Logan could sure as hell get himself to safety. Like it or not, though, they were in this together, and if the roles were reversed, she'd be hovering over him just the same. Turning her face over to be toward the fire, Farrah tried to put herself at ease and wait for the heat to wake her the rest of the way up. And then it was morning. She didn't know when she'd fallen asleep, but it had obviously been for a goddamn long time. Blinking confusedly up at the canopy, Farrah forgot her injuries and rolled quickly over in search of Logan. With a grunt-yell, she fell back to where she'd been and tried not to cry. Her hands reflexively went to the rib, and she could feel the crepitus of uneven edges rubbing together. Sweet fuck. Stomping a foot, she looked to the side just as Logan re-entered the scene. Where'd he gone? "This is really fucking inconvenient," she grit out in way of greeting. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 29, 2017 14:01:13 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. It was a win when Farrah didn't try to move again. A tiny win, but a win none the less. It was not long before she passed out, her head facing the fire.Resting would do her some good, unfortunately with the situation they were in it also meant that Logan would be unable to sleep until she woke up, and was a bit more able bodied. How wonderful. Still, at least she looked peaceful In her sleep, with the firelight flickering over her face. , when she was like this, one would almost not be able to tell just how absolutely stubborn as all hell she was.
Logan didn't leave her side. Back where they had first camped, which was only a few minutes away at a run, was where all his food, canteen, and clothing was. But after everything he had gone through to get her back, he wasn't about to risk it again just for a bit of comfort. At least he had fire, and his weaponry so that was all that mattered. He spent the evening sharpening his completely dulled out knife, which had happened from the stone he scraped it against.
Finally when sun did rise, which felt like ages, he decided it was safe enough to actually run back and grab his things. After re-clothing himself in the only set of clothes he now owned, he pushed through the treeline to return to her with his bag slung over his shoulder. A little surprised to see her finally awake, he couldn't help the small snort at her informing how inconvenient her broken rib was. Even though his entire demeanor was calm, he had not been so much inside. With little to no light, it was hard to keep an eye on her condition, and it had started to drive him a bit mad with concern. Not that she would ever know how badly he was worried.
"Morning sunshine" was his own greeting, before he lowered himself a few feet away from her to lean backa gainst a tree. Opening his sack and grabbing his canteen he took a drink of the water which was the most delicious thing he could think of, before he tossed it towards her. Part of him wanted to help her drink it, but he figured she'd just scowl at him and inform him she was not a baby. "You were out through the entire nights. Got to miss me dancing around in my underwear. It was a great time. Hungry?" Because he was absolutely starved, not that he would admit it.
And he would definitely not admit he sat here watching over her like a hawk for the last 30 some odd hours without even moving. Besides, there was not much he could have done in the dark anyways. And if those things came back, the last thing he wanted to do was have her dragged off into hell again. Let's try to avoid a repeat, after all.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 30, 2017 9:55:31 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed lease tell me I was only out one night," she grumbled in return, easing her hand away from her injury so she couldn't feel the disgusting way the bone ground against itself as she breathed. At least her body had mostly tuned out the slight pain that came with each breath, so now only moving, rolling onto it, breathing more deeply, or speaking hurt. ...Small improvements? "No wonder we didn't get attacked again," she snorted at the mention of him dancing, feeling she could make the assumption since the first thing out of his mouth wasn't "If you had any idea the hell I've been through..."Taking the proffered water, she lifted her head minutely from the ground to get a few sips. Sitting up more than that was going to be painful, so she decided to abide by her body for at least a few more minutes. "Not really." She was still humming from everything that happened, so hunger wasn't registering yet. It would in a couple of hours, she was sure, but until then she wasn't terribly interested... even if food was probably necessary for a quick recovery. Fuel, n' shit. Sighing, she rested her head against the ground again and turned her face to Logan. "How many were down there?" she asked, remembering the beasts that lurked in the dark when he'd found her. The ensuing noises had sounded brutal, but apparently Logan had fared pretty well. He didn't even appear-... Wait, was that blood seeping through his shirt? Her brow drew together. "You're hurt," she observed, lips curving into a frown. She really shouldn't care considering he was a walking trouble magnet, but it bothered her that he'd sustained the wounds on her behalf. "You could've just left me, y'know. I wouldn't have known any different in a couple of minutes." But she was really, really glad he didn't. Taking as deep a breath as she dared, she forced herself into a sitting position. Her equipment, by some goddamn miracle, had all survived.. ish. Her rifle was badly battered; she'd have to sight it later and make sure it still shot properly. Picking up her monocular, she saw that it had received the same treatment. And her revolver.... Hands patting over the ground, her eyes grew wide. "Where's my pistol?" she asked, making no attempt to hide the dread from her voice. Please say you have it. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 30, 2017 11:03:27 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
“Only one night, thank god. I don’t know how much longer I could have listened to the snoring. That alone probably scared off any beasts” One corner of his mouth twitched upwards as he looked at her, before he shuffled in his bag and grabbed a piece of jerky to eat, shrugging one shoulder to dismiss her ‘not really’. The mere feeling of actually eating something helped a great, and he was definitely thankful that his bag hadn’t been snatched in the night while he was tending to her. That would have..sucked.
“Five, I think? I’m not too sure. Couldn’t really tell if they were all beasts, or something more human. Cause y’know, they were invisible.” He was so tired, every muscle in his body seemed to protest any movement, so he just sat there leaning against a tree and kept his eyes open and looking at Farrah. Why was he so absolutely relieved she seemed okay? It probably had to do with a soldiers survival instinct he assumed. His mate made it through the night a live, and in a warzone that was always a positive thing.
He’d just ignore the fact he wanted to run his hands through her hair, like some weirdo. Zoned out, her remark of him being hurt seemed to snap him out of it and he instantly looked down to the blood seeping through his shirt. Pulling the shirt away from his skin so it loosened a bit, so that maybe it might stop it. He really, really hoped it didn’t get infected. Not like they had any first aid crap around, and the amount of water they did have was too small to waste. “Yeah. It’s nothing to worry about.” Except that it apparently hadn’t really stopped bleeding and it had been about 30 hours. He really should have thought about cauterizing it with his blade, but he’d been not thinking about himself in anyways. “I could have left you, but then it would definitely not be the best date ever.”
Taking a few more bites of his jerky before just popping it in his mouth to finish it off. “I do not have your pistol. I was too busy saving your ass from freezing off, and then ensuring you didn’t stop breathing for the last thirty or so hours. When you are feeling up for it, and can sit up, I’ll double back and see if I can find it. Probably fell out while you were getting dragged into hell. But…Maybe we can do that while we try to see if we can get out of here. Y’know, once your feeling like you wont puke with every movement.” How were they going to manage to leave, with her like this? Were they even still trapped, because he really had not had a chance to figure that out since the incident.
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 30, 2017 15:16:20 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed er face flattened in unamusement at his little jab. She didn't care so much whether or not she snored, but him making fun of her while she was quite literally down was a low blow. "You're staring," she pointed out, even though he looked like he might nod off at any second and probably wasn't doing it purposely. "Lets go with beasts, because that makes it more okay that they dragged me around like a ragdoll," she grimaced, turning her face skyward again. "Nothing to worry about?" she asked, in that tone that suggested the woman knew more than the man. "Logan, it's been an entire night and it's still bleeding. Get your ass over here and lay down. Have you slept yet?" It all tumbled through her mind so fast that she couldn't keep it from reaching her lips. Why, exactly, she needed him to lay with her in order for him to relax, she wasn't going to analyze. But he did need to rest. As she was already sitting when he mentioned her being okay enough for him to go looking for her gun, Farrah looked down at herself to draw his attention to this ability. "No, you're not going to look for it right now. You're going to lay down and heal. I-" she started pushing to her feet, reaching a point about mid way where it hurt so badly she grunted and laid back down, "-will go looking for it in a little bit" she finished in defeat. Looking angrily at the canopy above, she wondered for a hundredth time how far it went. It was interesting that the sunshine somehow permeated this far down, and yet she couldn't see beyond the trees. How, then, did light get in? Moving her face into one of the patches of light - so if she looked straight up, she should she looking right at Sol - Farrah realized this wasn't the case. Brow furrowing in concentration, her gaze slowly shifted back to Logan. "Hey Logan... Where's the sky?"[googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 30, 2017 16:56:36 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. Logan watched as she looked down as if to point out she was ablebodied and he just waited for what he knew was going to come. As soon as she tried to fully stand, he could almost imagine the pain she would have felt. Instantly he gabe her a look that said told you so but made no smart ass comments like he normally would. Half because she was injured (even if she was a stubborn ass about it) the other half because he was just too tired. Sure he could go a long time without sleep, but before getting trapped in here he hadnt slept already for a long time. That mixed with getting his ass handed to him, and now her being concious...
He didn't question why she had asked him to lay with her. It didn't seem important right then for some reason, he simply obliged. He crawled the few feet, and laid in his back with his body flat. Two arms lifted up and behind his head for support which lifted his shirt slightly. He could feel the wounda stretching at the new position, but again he simply ignored it. Laying down right then was probably his worst idea, as his muscles seemed to melt into the hard ground that felt like a pillowtop mattress right then. His eyes slipped shut, but he refused to sleep, fought against it. Sleep could come later, when they were both safe. Or as safe as you could get on this planet.
Suddenly Farrah was talking, amd he wasn't quite sure if he had fallen asleep or not, probably ended up in that half asleep state but when she spoke what she said confused him slightly. Was she seriously asking him where the sky was right then? "The sky?" Was it psycho suzie back? Becausw her question seemed so odd, he figured maybe she was still delusioned by pain. Since she wasn't asking him about 'hey is that a raging and murderous dinosaur coming to eat us?' In his exhaustion he figured it wasn't important. "Normally the sky is up?"
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Post by Farrah Benz on Apr 30, 2017 18:50:29 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he'd been paying little enough attention that she didn't immediately realize that Logan actually came to lay by her. He was close, but not enough to feel his body heat or be elbowed in the head when he used his hands for pillows. A snort escaped her at his obvious remark, and she rolled her eyes. She fought between figuring out their damn conundrum and letting him sleep, the latter eventually winning out. They'd still be in this pickle in however many hours it took him to get his rest, so might as well let him recharge. So she saved her response in her figurative back pocket for later. Looking at him now, it wasn't obvious that he was in pain, but physiology said that having his arms like that was a stupid idea. "You're never going to heal like that," she chastised, and grit through her own pain to lean forward a little so she could pull her shirt over her head. Rolling it up, she ensnared Logan's wrist to encourage him to let her guide it away and put the shirt down so he could use it as a pillow. "Use this instead, and keep your arms at your sides.. Or at least, not above your head." Laying back again, she grumbled, "Idiot."This being the first time she could actually see her ribs, Farrah scowled down at the extensive bruising. Lifting a hand to feel along it, something occurred to her and she raised that hand into the air, examining it as if she'd never seen it before. "..When- how did you get the cuffs off?" she asked, unsure how she felt about him touching her without her knowledge. Waiting for him to drift off, she fell quiet, lightly twining her fingers over her pelvis so nothing touched her injury. The ground was surprisingly comfortable, but she wondered how stiff she'd feel when she actually got up and started moving again. Whatever - she had a good number of hours to figure it out while Logan slept, she'd bet. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on Apr 30, 2017 19:55:45 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. His eyes were closed so when she handed him a piece of fabric he didn’t think much of it, just noticed her shuffling around a bit, but he let her put it under his head easily enough only to notice it smelled a hell of a lot like her. Almost overwhelmingly, and definitely not badly. How could someone who had been trashed around and wandering the nothingness of this wasteland smell so damn good? That was when his eyes opened a sliver and realization of her removing her shirt for him entered his foggy mind. Gaze tracing along her back and seeming to follow a path down her spine and along her curves, a small rumble in his chest in reaction - before a glimpse of her bruise entered his peripheral. That was when he groaned at his thoughts, grabbed the shirt and hucked it at her face lightly in sudden frustration.
“Fuck woman. How the hell you think getting undressed is going to help me sleep? I’m fine without it. Put it on before I end up doing something that will injure us both more” And he definitely didn’t mean it wouldn’t be by doing something very fun, they just both could barely move right then. His eyes scanned down her before turning his head away from where she was sitting. Now without a pillow, his eyes slipped shut but he did listen to her and move his arms from under his head. One moving over his stomach comfortably, the other just loosely at his side. “I removed it with some rubber I happened to find, and broke the connection” His voice was a bit rougher now, and he added as if in after thought: “It looked uncomfortable.” And it could have cut her circulation, or caused issues or something.
Invisible beasts. Screaming woman. Gunfire. Lights. Trapped in darkness. His thoughts drifted, and the dreams that plagued him were definitely not something to put him into a great mood. But then again, Logan rarely had dreams that were not plagued with blood, death and murder. Perhaps that was why he could go so long without actually sleeping, because when he did sleep it was rarely as restful as he imagined the rest of the worlds slumber. His breathing evened out, moving with his arm to a rhythm. Normally he could do with 20 minute power naps, but after so long he would probably sleep for at least an hour, which would show quite a bit of trust on the injured womans part. When he woke, it was with more of a start. Jerking his eyes awake and looking around, before remembering where he was and letting his head fall back down. Eyes peering to look up at the sky – Wait -
“Where’s the sky?”
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 4, 2017 20:55:18 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed or a second, she thought his groan was one of pain. Because, y'know, he was a dumbass and re-opened his cuts. Then her shirt collided with the side of her face, and with an idginant scoff she turned on him... Too quickly, which caused her to hunch in pain. Once she heard his words, though, Farrah narrowed her eyes at him and twisted away so he wouldn't be able to see any color that might come to her face. Thankfully, none appeared anyway; whether this was a positive testament to her resilience against him or lack of embarrassment at the imagery he gave her, she wasn't gong to analyze. ...Uncomfortable? Her brows pinched together, staring at the ground as her brain jumped toward trying to figure him out... Even though she knew she shouldn't care whether or not he was considerate of her. It didn't matter, because he didn't matter. But... Looking at him now, with the tension wiped from his face in sleep, she realized she was incredibly thankful Logan had found her on her journey down here. She'd be dead without him. It was kind of terrifying to think her life quite literally depended on him. Alright, correction: had depended on him. She didn't anymore; she could get up and walk away right now and be perfectly fine. Except for, y'know, how it hurt to freaking breathe and she couldn't even fathom how she was going to get herself to her feet on her own. Sighing heavily, Farrah worked on replacing her shirt while Logan rested. It took a stupidly long amount of time, but she cut herself some slack since he wasn't awake to witness the escapade it became. Suddenly he shot up, and her eyes swung to him worriedly. Did he have a nightmare? For some (stupid) reason, that endeared her to him. He didn't seem like the kind of guy that had weakness even in his sleep. "Bad-," Farrah began, but was cut off by him repeating her question. Rolling her eyes, she joined him in looking up. "Uh, usually up?" she responded now, deepening her voice and throwing the arm on the opposite side of her break toward the trees, as if it were so obvious and he was being plain ol' dumb. Turning to him, she smirked and laid back. "Welcome to the party," she said more seriously. "But we can figure it out later. You barely slept any time at all. Get some more rest." The fire was getting low, but it was still light enough out that they shouldn't have to worry about it for a little while. She pondered getting up and finding more wood, and weighed it against the immeasurable pain that would put her in. Deciding against it, she, too, kept her back on the ground. She wasn't tired anymore, but what the hell else was there to do? | ✉ | 99% sure this is terrible |
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Post by Logan Street on May 5, 2017 15:01:37 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. Sleep remnants still remained in his thoughts, and his dreams plagued him as he turned his head to look at his companion. Cheek against the dirt, he let his eyes scan her face just in time to see her roll her eyes at him and make his same smartass comment which garnered a snort from him. Well, at least she was able to be annoying which definitely meant she was feeling better, if not still in a bit of pain. Now he just hoped his dreams would go back to something a little more normal like warzones, explosions, and screams of death than him running through nothingness to try to save her. Logan doubted he’d get another restless sleep (even fewer than he did now) if that was what plagued his subconscious thoughts. Not that he would let her know that was what he was dreaming, what good would that do?
“Get more rest? I Just slept, and I’m even surprised I slept that long” His entire body felt sore after the sleep, but it was nothing he was not used too. His brain felt more alert, and he knew he could go without sleep for a while yet. In the field you did not have the luxury of sleeping extended hours, and learned to cope on power naps for a very extended period of time. He rolled his body onto it’s side, ignoring the slight pang of the movement and leaned onto his elbow to prop himself comfortably. The action brought him a lot closer to her, just close enough that his front brushed against her side. Lips curling upwards into that knowing smile as he looked down at her.
“Now Cassy, If I didn’t know any better I would say you sound almost..” His grin grew a fraction, eyes moving from glancing at her stomach which was covered, wondering briefly how the bruises looked and how she would manage to walk out of there, before raising his gaze to meet her eyes. His own seemed to crinkle at the corners in amusement and something else. “Worried about me?” Not that he fully believed it, or understood it. Hell he didn’t understand her. Yet when she was carried away, that panic that had gripped him was all encompassing, and the only thought he had was how he could get her out. Whether that was just simply the soldier in him, fighting for his companion, or it meant something more he didn’t really care to look into it. One thing was, Logan would never leave a man behind even if he ended up in peril doing so. But when he was able to drag her out of that hole, he had never before felt such a sense of great relief
And despite his best instincts, and knowing he should really just move away and get up and distract himself with firework, he couldn’t. Instead for some reason he decided to focus on how close her frame was to him, and how annoyingly relieved he was that she was –in time- going to be okay. It was as if his body became hyperaware of her, and her scent he had before when she had tossed her shirt at him had returned. It was intoxicating. How fucking annoying. “I’m gonna kiss you now.” Even if he really knew he shouldn’t. But hell it was just a kiss, right? Not a big deal? And she could always just turn her head away or, if she ignored the pain enough, sucker punch him. So while in the middle of nowhere, both ridiculously injured, and without waiting for her to protest, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in an overly soft fashion, very different then before
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 6, 2017 15:49:31 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he rolled her eyes so hard she actually hurt herself. Just slept? He'd barely taken a single even breath. Not that she'd been watching him or anything. "Easy macho man, it's just me," she reminded, speaking just moments before he was suddenly touching her. Eyes staying on the canopy, Farrah's expression changed to one of unamusement/disinterest. In reality, her nerves on that side were buzzing with excitement, but she ignored them. They were both injured for crying out loud, and just because they'd done it once did not mean he could just feel all up on her whenever he damn well pleased. There were these things called boundaries, and personal space - neither of which Logan seemed to understand. She was glad she didn't look at him, because if she saw that shit-eating grin from more than just her peripherals, she probably would've blushed in anticipation annoyance. Thankfully, what he said was straight up ridiculous and the laugh she barked out distracted her from any other direction her brain might go. Her hand came up to slap over her mouth, more because it hurt like the dickens to laugh like that than because she was apologetic for literally laughing in his face. Her face flickered between amused like all hell and the pain of being stabbed in the lungs. Taking her hand away, she finally looked at him. "Worried? About you?" she asked, smiling in that way that told the other person they were being stupid. The expression - and her amusement - fell a second later when she noticed he was full-on staring at her. Features pinching, she tried to figure out what this weird-ass look was that he was giving her. Conveniently, he told her a few heartbeats later. Uhm.. what? Her head pulled in the opposite direction, mistakenly thinking that would be enough of a deterrent for the man who apparently always got his way. "Like hell you are," she warned, looking back to the lack-of-sky so when he kept coming at her she could later tell herself she hadn't known. It was... funny, how different expectation could be from reality. Even though, really, she hadn't had enough time to formulate an expectation, considering her brain was whirling around inside her skull trying to figure out whether she was excited or pissed. There were about 261 responses she had to him just then: No please.
Okay but really you can fuck off.
What is this pansy-ass bullshit you're pulling?
Why aren't you trying anything else?To name a few. None of these were actually spoken, though, because as their lips met she once again became rigid, and all thoughts flew the coop. As was customary for Miss Farrah, the walls went back up because she'd grown too close to actually having a tender emotion. She did nothing to reciprocate the kiss, and when it finally ended too soon her eyes bore mercilessly into Logan. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" | ✉ | poor farrah doens't know how not to be a bitch |
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Post by Logan Street on May 6, 2017 19:23:51 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. “I don’t sleep much Cassy. I’ll be fine, stop being worried.” Because whether or not she admitted it to herself, she was worried about him. Why bother pushing him to get any rest and heal to begin with? Especially when he was showing no signs of the pain causing him distraction? This woman was more complicated than trying to figure out the weather patterns of this planet. And when she warned him, and he kissed her anyways, her reaction almost had him burst out laughing. Yes. Damn near more complicated than anything or anyone he ever met.
“I’m pretty sure I just told you. It’s called a kiss. Many people do it without acting like it’s going to kill them.” He was staring back down at her, unapologetically and one brow raised slightly. His tone of voice indicating that he believed her question was quite absurd, and only a hint of his amusement shone through. There was something off though. Something not right. And while he could try again, or let his hand brush down her jawline and collarbone with just enough pressure. Or perhaps lean down and try to kiss her again, only to bite her lower lip gently.
None of that would suit his purpose, whatever his purpose actually was. His eyes lowered to look at her lips, as if in contemplation of trying to kiss her again. “But you are right. I wont kiss you again. Next time we kiss it will be because of you”. His eyes raised back up to look into her own gaze with a knowing spark: “And there will be a next time Farrah.”
There was that shit eating grin of his as he looked down at her, then rolled away onto his back before pushing himself to his feet with only the slightest of grimaces. He glanced down at the fire, which was just starting to dwindle and walked away from her laying form to go grab some wood that was scattered over the ground. To him it wasn’t a matter of if, simply a matter of when. It was the most intricate game ever played, but he had no doubt that in the end he would win. It was inevitable of course. Logan may find her incredibly annoying and ignorant and arrogant and every other negative thing, but he never backed down from what he wanted. And what he wanted was pretty simple. “And it will probably end with your nails digging into my back again.” His shoulder lifted in a slight shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but he wasn’t looking at her anymore as his back was turned and he was already on the move.
Walking towards the fire he placed the wood in there to help it catch bigger flames. His shirt was already starting to get marred with his blood, and it really irritated him. His only shirt and he was going to look like a fucking lunatic. How could he pick up girls in the trading post if he looked like he had just murdered someone? One would think he should perhaps be a little more concerned about the possibility of infection, or perhaps even the large gash he would now have scarred over his torso. But it was a hell of a lot easier to play a game with the trading post to get what he wanted when women weren’t terrified to go near him. “Now…Any ideas on how to get out of here? I’d really rather not die when night falls. I would really rather avoid having to do that whole saving your ass from freezing to death thing again.”
TAG: Farrah Benz | WORDS: Yes, There are| NOTES: This Will Do. MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 6, 2017 19:58:37 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he fact that he was visibly unperturbed by her verbal backhand had Farrah's jaw clenching. Or, maybe, just maybe, it was what he said in return. Surely that wasn't it, though; nothing he said got to her. She just swallowed because.... her throat was dry, or something. God damnit. At least he fucked off to go do something other than bother the hell out of her, giving Farrah time to recuperate. How she was going to do that, exactly, she wasn't sure, but having him not right on top of her was a good place to start. Mentally berating herself, she steeled herself and worked to her feet. It hurt like hell, but she'd be damned if she curled back to the ground and asked Logan for his help. Finally actually vertical, she said without thinking, "You keep saying that, but here I am, definitely without you inside me." Her tone was distracted, because she was peering up through the trees and trying to determine how stupid of an idea it was to try and climb. "So I'd say you don't know what you're talking about," she finished, head lolling to the side to look at him. The nails comment had goosebumps breaking over her skin, but she managed to tamp them down before he'd be able to get close enough to realize they were there. Then, of course, he had to remind her how close to death she'd come the previous night, so her mind focused wholly on getting the hell out of here and away from him instead of how much she hated her broken rib right now because it meant she couldn't take her frustration out on him climbing was going to be a bitch. "We've tried right, we've tried left... We've... survived down," she began, once again looking up through the never-ending canopy. "I think it's time we try 'up'." Going to the tree with a branch nearest the ground - but still well above her head - she relented, "I think I'm going to have to give you a boost first. Lifting your heavy ass from the ground will be a lot less painful than trying to hoist you from the tree." She was all business, but was tense in her expectation of him scoffing and pointing out some way easier route to take. Leave it to Logan to make her feel dumb at every turn. And yet you're attracted to him, her subconscious piped up, which made her want to punch herself in the face. I am not ! | ✉ | she's going to regret that |
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