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Post by Farrah Benz on May 7, 2017 20:53:16 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed er eyes latched onto his hand, the rest of her remaining perfectly still, anticipating his touch. Her next breath was a shaky one; she tried to keep it quiet so he wouldn't catch on to her sudden awareness of him. It wasn't until this point that her brain woke up enough to understand what was going to happen if she didn't step away. With more rest, she probably would have been alarmed at the thought. She was almost... grateful that she was in the mindset she was, though. Because right now she didn't have the energy to erect the walls she normally did; she didn't have the gusto to hurl insults at him as a way of protecting herself. ..She didn't have the desire to protect herself. Not this time; not right now. His hand changed direction, and she had to stop herself from stupidly saying, "Oh, yeah," as if she had been expecting anything else. Like she wanted him to push his fingers through her hair, down her arm, around her waist... and pull her closer so she could feel the strength of him even in this weakened state. Because that would be dumb; they were just washing away the remnants of whatever terrible thing they'd just survived together. ....They'd just survived some terrible thing together. Swallowing, her gaze went to the angle of his jaw as he washed his hair, her own teeth clenching together. She tried - she tried so hard - to recall all the instances in which he'd pissed her off. All the times she'd wanted to stab him. How many times she'd genuinely thought he could die and she wouldn't give a damn. Actually, that last one had never crossed her mind. Sighing, one leg stretched backwards. All she had to do was lean back and she'd double the space between them. One little lean and she'd be safe, from him and from herself. But- "Logan," she breathed, the syllables easing out on an exhale. Yet the tension was there - the same tension he'd had. His "exhaustion" (heavy emphasis on the quotes). [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on May 7, 2017 21:08:53 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. Distractions. Distractions. How the fuck do you distract yourself from someone when there was absolutely nothing else around for miles? He could easily step away. It would be so easy to just grab the shampoo and pull away from her under the ruse. It would be the most easy thing in the entire world to just put that space between them, so he didn’t feel like every inch of his body was straining to press against her. So fucking easy.
And yet every muscle in his body fought against doing just that.
Even as he washed his hair as roughly as he could. Pushing the soap against his scalp as if he did it hard enough it would clean his thoughts as well. Wash away everything and he could go back to always being annoyed by her. With her irritating bite of an attitude. Except he couldn’t find those thoughts right then. While his body was tired his mind seemed even more so, and even when he moved to wash his hair out in the cool water – Fuck even the cool water did nothing to help.
He was pushing the water out of his face when he heard her soft sigh. It was so quiet in the night, it was easily heard. The tension in the air could be felt, but he could not tell if it was just his own or hers as well. Logan had no memory of the promise he made her on their next kiss while in the forest. No memory of any of it.
The only thing he kept thinking was how relieved he was she wasn’t hurt more. Relieved that, whatever happened, at least she was okay.
So when he heard his name fall from her lips, before she could even finish the exhale, he kissed her. Cutting off the last syllable of his name before she spoke it
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 7, 2017 21:50:35 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed e moved so quickly, she didn't have time to process it before his mouth was over hers, even though she'd quite literally been asking for it. Her whole body tensed - but this time, it was only momentary. The briefest flicker in time. And then every restraint she'd put on herself fell away. She deepened the kiss, and at the same time gently - very gently - molded herself to him. She wanted this man, but she wasn't prepared to injure him in order to achieve it. To ensure she didn't mar his wounds further, she placed a careful hand on his chest so she'd always be aware of where he was. Not that her nerves really needed the assistance. For a beat, her passion flared; she remembered the way they'd been together last time and yearned for it. Yet, at the same time, she knew down to the last fiber of her being that this - whatever this was - was going to be different. Hesitantly, she wrapped one leg around his waist, and then the other. She wouldn't have even tried it had they not been in water up to their chests, making her significantly lighter. Her hands came up to cup his face - thumbs just in front of his ears and the rest of her fingers curled around to push into his hair. Her breathing was shallow, her subconscious taking control so she didn't hurt with every breath and she could.. focus on more important things. She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Move me however you need to so you aren't in pain."That... was a hell of a lot of control to give up. But that didn't even cross her mind. | ✉ | short because if i wrote any more i definitely would've messed up the cute. |
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Post by Logan Street on May 7, 2017 22:18:14 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
When her body tensed alongside him, it was what he had expected. What he had definitely not expected was for it to immediately melt away, as if it hadn’t even happened. Her body seemed to melt into his form, molding against him and he knew in that moment that she had no reservations. It was an odd feeling though. How just a few hours prior they had been joking, and she had been irrational towards him and then suddenly everything shifted completely. While it felt like they had just met up at the river, at the same time on a subconscious level it felt like they had spent days together. She deepened the kiss, and her taste and feel enveloped him in an almost overwhelming way
He knew nothing of what really went on in that forest, but whatever emotions he had been feeling were left over in him. While before all he wanted to do was slam her hard into the ground and devour her, now there was an unknown softness towards her that he really truly didn’t understand. Didn’t know where it fully came from but he wasn’t going to think too hard on it. Especially when she moved her legs to wrap around his waist. Logan tossed the bottle of shampoo onto the land with an unnoticeable movement before his hands moved to hold onto her hips. Her offer to allow him to move her however she wanted, it too held almost an affection and it caused him to pull back to glance at her face
Every movement he made was careful, slow. From allowing his thumbs to run small circles where they rest on her hips, to when he moved his face to burrow it into the nook of her neck and trail kisses against her skin. The forest was forgotten, not that it was ever remembered. The pain along his chest was forgotten, not that he would actually admit it was bothersome prior. IN that moment the only thing he could focus on was her and making good on his promise to taste absolutely every inch of her.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 8, 2017 10:54:56 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed heir eyes met, but instead of Farrah feeling self conscious for handing power over to him, a thrill wove down her spine at having done so. Because right now she felt safe, held against him. A fear she didn't care to realize lurked in the back of her mind - one that was not attached to a memory - that Logan, somehow, nearly made disappear. That only Logan could make disappear. Her mind's eye flashed back to the first time she'd seen him, that night he stole her camp. Oh, she'd been livid, but some part of her had recognized how beautiful he was even then. Lit only by firelight, the strength in his jaw and the haunted lines of his face had been obviously displayed; she just hadn't wanted to see it at the time. She'd been so concentrated on protecting herself.. Fast forward through her breaking an arm for him (thinking of it now, she'd do the exact same thing if the scenario repeated itself). The marketplace - the last she'd seen him before this - had been fun. And yet, again, she'd been crass towards him. Because she was protecting herself, again. Yet she fell into the figurative bed with him anyway, because some part of her had recognized everything before it for what it was: foreplay. Even still, she afterward let herself feel like she'd made a giant mistake. That she'd let her hormones get the better of her and she'd been stupid to give herself to him, even in such a closed-off capacity. That she just needed to burn off some steam, and Logan had been a convenient outlet. She could tell herself that, because the first time was an impulse. This time... this was a choice. Her head tipped to the side to make room for him at her neck, and her hand on that side slid down to grip the back of his shoulder. Her fingertips flexed to gain purchase, but she wasn't mindlessly clawing him this time; her nails barely touched his skin. Every movement they made was careful, purposeful, and her heart beat faster with how present she was. These were new waters for her, and while it was terrifying, a blanket of calm came over her that she couldn't have shaken had she tried. Putting a few fingers under his jaw, she coaxed his mouth to hers for one more kiss before she released him to explore the rest of her. ♥♥♥ For the first time in her life, Farrah wasn't running away. She laid on her non-broken side, hand resting over Logan's collarbone while her head used his shoulder as a pillow. One, brief, moment of panic gripped her when she'd first woken, her more well-rested mind scared of what she'd done. The more conscious she became, however, the more she remembered, and with a tender smile to herself she'd fallen back asleep. Now she couldn't force herself to rest anymore, and the Farrah she'd always been warred with this new, beta version of herself. What happened now? Did.. everything go back to the way it had been? She felt herself preparing to guard her heart - lock up her emotions and return to the calculating woman Logan had first met - but the thought of doing so pained her. How could she turn on him like that when he'd just treated her like something worth cherishing? A shiver had her moving against him at the memory, very slightly. Opening her eyes, she kept her gaze downcast at first, scared to look at him. Her? Scared? ...Yes, scared. Because he'd just seen a Farrah no one else had, and while it had been comfortable, she expected his reaction now to sting and send her clamming back up. Which was.. fine... She could handle that. But she didn't want to. She also wasn't one to blind herself and live in a fairytale, though, so she steeled herself and looked up. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on May 8, 2017 14:04:22 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It..
How the hell could someone fit so nicely against him? Logan was not someone who cuddled, or even simply let a woman lay in his arms while he slept. It was..not what he expected. By far. It didn't feel awkward and it didn't feel uncomfortable. None of her jabbed painfully into him. Damn. He actually quite liked the feeling. Now all he had to do was not move too fast or speak too loud so he didn't scare her off. Because to him Farrah was like a stray, move too suddenly and she'd bolt out of self preservation.
So, he kept his eyes shut and didn't dare move. Listening to her even breathing, one hand absent mindedly playing in her hair. But he felt so tired. So very tired. He must have exhausted himself after..everything because he couldn't remember ever continually needing sleep. Conciouness kept slipping from him as if he had no choice, until her stirring in his arm brought him back to reality.
His fingertips brushed down her arm, the smallest of touch for reassurance and affection. When he opened his eyes to look down at her, to see the hesitance and look in her eye he felt an instant pain of want again, a soft rumble of pleasure in his chest before he finally moved to lean his head down to press a kiss to her lips
When pain ripped through his chest and he flinched, falling back down. Just the movement had him felt like his energy was zapped, and his body was slick with sweat. His eyes slipped shut with a slight groan, as vertigo reaked havoc on the world around hum. "Fuck. I feel like shit...Maybe .maybe another bath would help.." He tried to crack a smile, as a shakey breath left his lungs.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 8, 2017 14:44:55 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed he kiss, the touch at her arm, were more reassurance than she cared to admit. She was on the verge of settling and shutting off her over-analyzing brain when he suddenly flinched away, as if she'd slapped him. An alien emotion ripped through her, and she sat up more quickly than her rib would have liked; they groaned almost in unison. The hand that went to cup his neck slid off because he was so sweaty, alarming her. Her own pain ignored, she hunched over him and cupped his face. They were only maybe a quarter of the way through the night, so she wasn't going to be able really look at him any time soon... But the way the moons shone off him and his labored breathing were all the information she needed. "Logan, you're burning up," she said worriedly, taking her hands away so she wasn't adding more heat. Her head rose so she could look north, though it did little to help her determine how far away they were from civilization. Feeling physically ill at how fucking helpless she was in that instant, she wanted to slam her fist into the ground. She couldn't really see him, but he felt like hell. Pushing him to make the walk back was probably out of the question. But leaving him here while she went to get a medic meant he was a sitting duck for twice as long. "I'll be right back," she said, only able to keep the words even because she had a lot of practice with her poker face. Standing, she grabbed both their shirts from along the shore and headed back to the water, soaking both garments. She rang them out only a little, so when she came back she could roll them up to place against his wounds and the water would cool him down a little. Sitting back on her heels, she pushed what little hair stuck to his forehead, back. "How do you want to do this?" she asked, tamping down her rising concern so she wouldn't make it worse for him. He was a sensible man; he'd come to all the same conclusions she did. Though he was just stubborn enough that he would probably suggest they get moving... together. That seemed like a suboptimal option, but Farrah wasn't sure what else to do. If she went to the other side of the river, she might be able to fashion some sort of... gurney for him. It would slow her down considerably if she had to tote him behind her, and while she was less than concerned about her rib, she imagined he'd put the potential for her worsening her injury above his own health. Because he was amazing frustrating like that. If he didn't make his own decision quickly, though, that's what she would do. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on May 8, 2017 17:09:50 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. He could tell she was worried when she shot up and the slight tone of her voice before she was able to squash it, and he was unsure of the feeling of pleasure that realization gave him. Part of him wanted to tease her for it, because that is what he always would have done, but he was too exhausted and enjoyed it too much to point it out. She had said something before disappearing from his side, which caused an alarming emotion to not the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t like she was just going to leave him there, and even if she did, why would it bother him so much?
Logan grumbled at his thoughts, pushing himself up onto his elbows when she returned to press the cold cloth against his skin and it felt like absolute heaven. His eyes were studying the lines in her face, accentuated just slightly from the moonlight while she worked to place the cloth against his injuries. The softness of her touch caused him to stir and feeling like shit be-damned, he wanted to bed her right that instant. But there was a tad bit more important things to do. Well, apparently more important, although he was starting to doubt that a little bit when he realized her lack of clothing.
Fuck man. You need to chill.
Especially since y’know you could die or something.
Logan grunted and pushed himself rather abruptly to his feet. He knew if he didn’t force himself to get up, she’d create some asinine plan to somehow carry him with broken ribs, because he knew she was just stubborn enough to try it. Logan would be slightly surprised if she could carry his weight even without injury.
He really should not have stood up so fast. Stars and blackness blinked in his vision and he felt himself sway. Forcing himself to not rely on her out of habit, he sturdied himself and clenched a fist for distraction. Pain was always a mitigating circumstance for him performing better than he should. The vertigo passed, and the darkness of the night surrounded them. He moved and grabbed his bag and rifle, slinging it over his shoulder a little slowly. “Lets go” Was his strained response, before he leaned and put his briefs on, grabbing his pants and also throwing them over his shoulder.
Shoes slipped on, keeping them undone because he just could not give a fuck right then. Then, as if on second thought, reassurance was provided when before he would not have, even if she was seeming perfectly okay with his condition. He was starting to learn that she was very, very good at hiding her emotions beneath a façade. “Farrah, I’ll be fine.” Because he had to be, and he was always good at being perfectly fine when he had to be. Stubborn asshole he was. Logan even bent down to pick up her things for her, even as his head swooned, because he knew her bending down to get them would probably be ridiculously painful. Now to find a medic in town, without running into any jackasses. There was only one medic in town he actually knew, and he was praying Farrah knew someone else because he had shit all to trade for treatment on him.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 8, 2017 19:34:24 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed oah woah, slow down there, tiger," she chastised, moving closer so she could catch him if - when - he stumbled. He was way too sick to be throwing himself around all willy nilly, but of course he was a stubborn ass. And she was fucking terrible. Because while he stood there, wavering, and she sidled up to him to support part of his weight (much to his dismay, she was sure), her mind shot back to the last hour or so they'd spent together. He hadn't pushed for sex (even though she'd wanted it), and Farrah couldn't help but think he'd only held back because he'd been worrying about hurting her further. With the pace they'd been at, though, she hadn't thought it an issue... But still, he was sweet for worrying about her. Kind of like she was worried sick about him now. He moved away from her a moment later, and his stumbling was so forceful she didn't have any option aside from letting him go. She grumbled, huffing at him in his stubbornness, making sure to keep it loud enough that he'd hear. "Hey, stubborn ass, slow down" she scolded, approaching him. "Give me these," she instructed, pulling his bag and rifle from him... a little too easily. He was weakening, and it worried her more than she cared to admit. Also, her neck was going to hate her for hauling all this stuff the whole way back to a colony, but she wasn't going to breathe a word of it to Logan. As of right now, her rib didn't hurt any more than it had been for the past however many hours, so the extra weight wasn't anything to worry about. "Not if we don't get you to a medic," she countered, letting her guise slip just long enough to really study his face. He was trying to be tough, just as she would be if the situation was reversed, but he wouldn't get more than a third of the way there if he refused to let go of his bravado. Quickly - because he'd start trudging along without her if she went any slower - she snatched up her bra and shorts from the ground and put them on, clenching her jaw against the pain. Since he'd disregarded their shirts, she shook hers out (ow) and pulled it over her head, doing the same to his before draping it over his shoulders. "Slow down," she repeated softly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder after snatching her items from him (because, again, anything slower and he would've put them over himself, and he didn't need any more weight to trudge along right now). "Yeah, we need to get there, but preferably both alive."Funny thing, how only a matter of hours before she would have been able to tell herself she didn't care whether he was healthy or not. Maybe even convince herself. But now... she wouldn't leave him. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Logan Street on May 8, 2017 20:13:19 GMT -5
As Luck Would Have It.. A low grumble could be heard as she snatched his things. If it was any other person, he would have beat the shit out of them. But it wasn’t. It was her. So even if he did have energy to actually fight against her, he wouldn’t have. Her comment about calling him a stubborn ass did warrant a slight snort from him, but it sounded more like a slight wheeze snort mix that caused his head to pound and the darkness to grow ever so slightly. Fuck, he was unfortunately grateful for Farrah’s support right then to help right himself.
If he stopped, he wouldn’t get going again so he moved forward once he had all his things. Barely recognizing that she placed his shirt on his shoulder, but her soft words to slow down caused him to do just that. His jaw was locked in pain, and his one hand was white knuckled into a fist yet as soon as he felt the soft kiss against his shoulder he could almost feel the tension in his muscles melt away. Not even bothering to resist as she grabbed everything from him, but the weight had felt unusually heavy to his weakened state and once it was removed he felt relief.
And a little of his pride would have been wounded at that, if he didn’t feel like he could fall over and pass out at any moment.
“Farrah, how much longer? It’s going to take forever. We should just…Rest for a moment.” Because sleep was what he felt like he needed. Which was completely insane, seeing how he was a soldier who never slept. Who could go days on twenty minutes of sleep intervals. Even though he suggested it, he didn’t stop walking because he knew as he spoke, that that was the stupidest idea he could have ever come up with. But for the first time in his life he just really did not want to walk.
The nausea. The heat. The coldness. Everything was toiling in his body with each step and he hated it. Why did they have to go into the middle of nowhere? Like Seriously. Nothing good came out of it..Well except..As if in answer to his unknown thoughts, his hand between them snaked out and without even glancing at her, grabbed her hand. Not even considering that she might pull away, his fingers intertwined with hers, as if it was the most common thing in the world. As if he had held her hands a thousand times. The little bit of contact felt like it uplifted him and gave him a glimmer of strength while he walked along side her. It was the smallest thing to do, hold someones hand. But it was a sign of affection he had never given to someone else.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 8, 2017 21:01:00 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed f you sleep, I'm dragging your ass back," she warned, pushing enough spirit into the words to let him know she was serious, even if she wouldn't actually be as harsh about it as she made it sound. They weren't moving nearly as fast as they needed to be, but at least she wasn't slowing them down by lugging all their equipment. If anything Logan was setting the pace - which concerned her. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, because making him aware of her angst wouldn't help anything. He didn't need to waste his energy telling her it was going to be okay; he needed to use it to get his butt back to the colony so he didn't collapse out here in the middle of nowhere. Yay, nomading. The journey was hella long, and every few minutes she peeked over at Logan. He went from being eerily quiet to rasping breaths like he was the crypt keeper. How he was even standing right now, let alone moving forward, was beyond her. And she wasn't sure if she should be impressed by him or mad that he was pushing himself so far. They'd be lucky to make it back to Exurbia before he collapsed. His hand entwining with hers had her fingers extending in a quick jerk, before she realized what was going on and relaxed into his grasp. She gave a little squeeze, a very simple, I'm here for you, and smirked sadly over at him. God, life was so much easier when she didn't care about anyone but herself. But Logan just had to go and fuck that all up. When they reached the tar pits, Farrah didn't think she'd ever been so happy to see a bath of molten shit that could sear her flesh off. "We're close," she encouraged, maneuvering an alarmingly less-conscious Logan around the death trap. The lava, however, was a different story; they'd have to cross the river to get around it, and considering Logan's current state... Brow pinching as she warred with the options, she eased them toward the bank. When he stumbled and sank down, he made the decision for her. With a pained looked, Farrah pulled his rifle over her shoulder - tamping down the wince of pain she had - and laid it over his lap. His bag and her rifle were unloaded next, though she placed them farther from him. He didn't need to reach them quickly; she just needed to unload so she could move faster. "I'm going to get someone, okay?" she tried to assure him, though whether he actually heard her was truly ambiguous. Concern had her dipping down to press a harsher-than-necessary kiss to his lips - an attempt to keep him awake - and then she was off. She ran. It hurt like a bitch and she was pretty sure she lacerated a lung lobe in the process, but she ran. Exurbia was closer, even having to cross the river twice, so that's where she went. Whether it was her own injury or the urgency in her voice, she was directed to a medic without issue. The firey-haired woman who greeted her wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but Farrah, by some miracle, managed to push her personal issues with the broad aside. She wasn't going to get in a tiff when Logan was rapidly withering away far too many miles away. "You're needed. It's urgent," she said succinctly, standing as straight as she could while slowly bleeding internally. "Bring antibiotics, suture, whatever. He's dying." The collected calm she managed astounded even her, but if she didn't get the words out robotically, she wasn't going to get them out at all. Actually saying those words - he's dying - nearly undid her. The backs of her eyes burned with fearful tears, but she wasn't going to even let them gather at her lids. Crying wasn't helpful. There was work to be done. [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Riley Jones on May 8, 2017 21:49:57 GMT -5
It never boded well when she saw someone running toward her, but it didn't stop her from hoping that the woman would just run past her and keep going. That, of course, wasn't the case and the expression she wore as the woman told her that she was needed urgently was enough to show that she was less than pleased. That expression, however, softened a touch when the other woman said he's dying. "Okay." She said, because what else could she say? Sorry, but I'm just not interested in saving your friend's life? Yeah, like that would fly. "Wait here." And without even waiting for the girl's reaction Riley turned on her heel headed off to gather the supplies that she needed. Thankfully she'd gotten a delivery in the last drop and was able to replenish what she had used out of the trauma kit.
A few minutes later she was ready to go and said as much to the girl that her come to get her. At first Riley hadn't minded the brisk pace she'd set as they headed out of Exurbia, but it became obvious that there was something wrong with the girl leading her to the other injured person, whoever he was. "Slow down." She said rather abruptly, but when the other woman refused Riley stopped completely. "I said slow down." She repeated. "You can't help him if you're too injured to do anything." Was the only reason she gave because instinct told her that the woman would refuse to admit that she was hurt even though Riley knew better.
Their journey took longer at the now slower pace, but Riley felt more comfortable and was a bit more confident that whatever was wrong with Farrah wouldn't be worsened by a headlong run through the forest. She didn't pay much attention to her surroundings in favor of watching Farrah, but when they reached their destination she finally looked around. "Jesus fucking Christ." Was the first thing that flew out of her mouth when she saw Logan looking worse than she had ever seen him. She walked over, dropped the kit on the ground next to him and crouched down to look at him, brow furrowing and nose wrinkling as she did.
"I can't stitch this." She said as she looked at the infected wounds on his chest. "It'll just make it worse. What happened?" The only thing she could think that would leave claw markings like that was a vesper, but she hadn't seen any of those in ages. And they didn't strike her as creatures that would just let their prey go.
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Post by Farrah Benz on May 8, 2017 22:19:19 GMT -5
they call me a menace they say that i'm cursed aiting was about the most difficult thing she'd done all day. She didn't have time to wait. No, scratch that - Logan didn't have the time. But pointing that out to literally the only person who could help him was likely a poor choice, so Farrah kept her mouth shut. She had to clench her jaw so tightly her teeth hurt, but she kept the damn thing shut. "This way," she instructed once the woman was back, and turned on her heel to lead the way. Medics were used to moving briskly (she assumed), so Farrah didn't look back once. At least, she didn't until the woman told her to slow down. Flicking a gaze over her shoulder, she didn't heed the command. She wasn't the woman's dog. But... if the infuriating creature was going to stop completely... Farrah whirled on her, wincing at the pain the sudden movement caused. "If he dies before we get there, you'll be next," the nomad hissed, her conviction solid even if the words were finished with a cough that brought up blood. In the darkness it was difficult to see, but the metallic tang was unmistakable. Gaze flicking to the medic, Farrah ground out, "Fine, I'll slow down." But just a little. By the time they reached Logan, she was starting to get lightheaded. But he was straight up unconscious, which gave her a second wind. The medic forgot about her (that was 100% okay with Farrah), and with relief she sank to the ground next to him. But then- What do you mean, you can't stitch this ? she thought venomously, but managed to bite her tongue. "I don't know. We lost at least half a day," Farrah admitted. "But those have been there since before nightfall. He got feverish a couple of hours ago." Leaning forward, she sat with her elbows on her knees. It hurt like hell, but she didn't have the energy to reposition herself. "Just... help him." she ordered tiredly, adding as an afterthought, "I can pay you." [googlefont=Bungee Outline]
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Post by Riley Jones on May 8, 2017 22:44:57 GMT -5
Was she really threatening her? The woman had to be stupid to do that, especially after asking her for help. Riley had half a mind to turn around and walk right back to the colony and leave Farrah and the mystery man that needed help to their own devices. She didn't need the bullshit and the headaches that came from people demanding and demanding and demanding. "Don't threaten me, sweetheart." She replied, her tone icy, I'll fuck your whole world up, try me. In the end she agreed to slow down, but Riley was fairly certain whatever damage she could have done to herself had already been done. That meant one more person would need medical treatment.
But Logan would come first, because he was obviously the worse off of the two of them.
Riley turned away from Logan long enough to dig through her kit to find what she needed. Hand sanitizer. Check. Gloves. Check. Antiseptic wipes. Check. Gauze and tape. Check and check. She turned back to the man and went to work cleaning the infected wounds as thoroughly as she could, while listening to Farrah try to explain what had happened. She was left with just as many questions, if not more, at the end, but she didn't think that questioning Farrah would get anywhere. She paused, looking up at the I can pay you.
Oh hell yeah she would, especially after threatening her.
The medic was quiet for a while as she meticulously cleaned and bandaged Logan's wounds, Farrah being the farthest thing from her mind .... at least until she got to the last of his injuries. "Did you cough blood?" Was her only question as she placed the last bandage and turned to the woman who had dragged her so far out of the colony.
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Post by Logan Street on May 9, 2017 0:56:03 GMT -5
Mud Wrestling Anyone? ‘We’re Close’
It was barely audible to him, as he seemed to have an inaudible rush of wind through his ears that would not relent in it’s thrumming pound, and it took him a moment to realize it was his heart beat that interrupted his hearing. His chest was tight, and each breath felt like it was becoming more shallower than the last. The only thing that allowed him to navigate through the tar pits, if that’s what they were, was the woman holding his hand - once she had squeezed it back to him, he had refused to let go and she wonderfully agreed to let him. What a godsend. The woman who was dragging his half conscious body through rough terrain while carrying all their shit. Seriously? Well. How many times had he gone a head and saved her? Pay backs a bitch and he was <b>so </b> very grateful. He’s have to give her a present in sexual favors or something later. You know, when he could actually move.
His feet felt too heavy. His arms felt too heavy. His head felt too light. And his breathing felt nonexistant. Just short, gasping sounds before suddenly he just could not do it anymore. He wanted too, but his eyes weren’t even open anymore and each movement was beyond his reach. It was like trying to lift a car everytime he tried to take a step. And when he stumbled, he just went with it. Falling to the ground in a slump. He must have passed out for just a moment, because suddenly he found his rifle on his lap and his thought was Oh you sweet sweet beautiful woman.
The kiss was enough to send a spark of electricity down his spine, and the urgency of it, crossed him as a little odd in his hazy mind. Why not take your time? Come back and do it right? Why was she leaving? It was so much more comfortable on the ground than anywhere else. His last thought was how he wanted another kiss, and maybe he could con her into giving him a naked massage because for some reason his entire body hurt, and then suddenly he heard a very very familiarly snappy voice over top of him that really did not work with the thoughts he was having right then. Or well, maybe they could. (snort)
“Red?” His questioning voice was hoarse, barely audible and he was very, very disoriented, his eyes barely able to open at first. Her voice was unmistakable as she asked someone if they were coughing up blood, in that brisk tone when she was in her medic frame of mind. His vision was blurred, and his head was absolutely killing him. Actually, everything was absolutely killing him. He didn’t remember running into her, was he in her tent again? With the pain of his body came the realization that, obviously, that was what would make most sense. With a grumble he muttered, “Fuck” his hand moving to touch his head before cringing inwardly and speaking the first thing he thought of: “Now I’m going to owe you again.”
The hard, warm ground by the river of lava was under him and it took him a moment to realize he definitely was not in her tent. His eyes opened a bit more so they could actually focus, and he could see the clear darkish sky above. He was in the middle of fucking no where. It all came back to him, and unlike the time in the forest he remembered mostly everything. So like a pansy-ass he had passed out, which was just fucking great wasn’t it?
With the memory came sudden clarity,Farrah, and he bolted upright as fast as he could, which was the most dumbass thing to do as his head swarmed and he instantly fell back like a sack of potatoes. His groan was more audible than he’d like, and it pissed him off. Being an invalid pissed him off. Red’s words echoed in his head, and a protective panic rushed through him at the thought that Farrah was injured.
Ignoring the pain but not being a dumb idiot this time, he tried moving again just this time a tad slower, his jaw clenching to ignore the vertigo that hit him. Pushing up on his elbow, even though he was sure either one or both of them would chastise him for it, he was more concerned with “Why the fuck are you coughing up blood, Farrah?” His words were choked out, his mouth dry and his head swarming as instant anger and an overwhelming emotion (protection?fear?)took over his hazed out mind. The mere fact that Farrah had probably done something completely stupid to get a medic here which probably hurt her even more irritated him an irrational way. As far as he was concerned no one ever needed to get injured over him, least of all Farrah.
Fucking woman was going to kill him trying to save him.
MEL @ ADOXOGRAPHY
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