Less Than Optimal ((Open))
The boy blinked down at her in surprise, the string of curses coming from her mouth could make a badger blush. However she wasn’t just cussing for the sake of spewing out profanity, the Leafwoman was hurt. More so than she was letting on. Manny led her towards the first tree that came to sight, which didn’t have a hollow. Looking this way and that, he spotted another tree a little ways off that had an opening around its roots. Perfect.
“I can carry you, if it’s too much.” He offered, gently pulling her closer. “You’re straining yourself… it’s not too far away now. Please?”
Manny was considerably taller than her, and despite her waterlogged clothes and armor he was sure he could carry her easily. Not to brag or anything, but he knew his upper muscles were toned enough to do so. Stout shoulders, strong arms. Those were the perks of practice with the spiders, anyways, if she continued like this he wasn’t sure she’d be standing much longer. Her wound, although he could not see it through the cloth she was pressing against, had stained through and must be bad. Especially if it had her swearing like an old badger.
She groaned quietly, knowing that Manny was right and really wanting to get off her feet, but her pride wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily. (How her pride was better at ignoring the throbbing wound than the rest of her mind was still a mystery.) Erasing any hint of wince from her face, Tess fixed him with a hypercritical look. “You have to swear that you won’t tell anyone,” she insisted. Some of the force behind her words was lost in the heaviness of her eyelids and the droop of her shoulders, but her grip on his arm was firm. “Please.”
“I promise. If it makes you feel any better I swear on my mother’s grave.”
The boy blinked at that, surprised by his own words. It’d just… came out of his mouth without him thinking about it. In fact, he’d never used a promise like that before in his entire life! But now he could and put true conviction behind it since he knew where the grave was at now and—he shook these rambling thoughts away and offered Tess a reassuring smile.
A moment later and he bent down to scoop her into his arms as carefully as possible. Her side was wounded pretty badly, and try as he might it could possibly hurt her with him pulling her into his arms. Though she wouldn’t have to move now that he was straightened and making his way towards the designated tree. This would be the easier part, for the Leafwoman anyways. She could rest for these few moments at least and once they got to the hollow he could start a fire and look at her wounds and then…
And then what?
Manny didn’t have any medical experience. Oh dear, worrisome thoughts rushed though the boy as he trudged onward with the girl in his arms. Soon, they made it to the tree and after entering the hollow in between the roots, Manny gently set her down in a sitting position against the wall. Once inside, the wind had been blocked and most of the chill didn’t bite as harshly.
"Alrighty, Tess. You should probably get out of those clothes—you’re freezing and wet. We’ll just flip the cloak on the dry side and you can cover up in that, yeah? And… And I can uh," he glanced around and scooted some scraps together. "Make a fire, right I can totally do that. Erm… What happened out there?"
M!A Left for Dead ((Open Rp))
Raine narrowed her eyes at the hollow as if her piercing blue eyes could locate the hidden healer. Anger flushed through her, reddening her cheeks as she took some more steps forward, now only a few feet away from the entrance. “Listen here you selfish asshole! My friend Manny is hurt and needs medical attention!” She yelled, hands clenching into fists. How dare he accuse her of lying! Manny had been wrong when he’d said this Thistle guy was grouchy - he was an ass!
”I came here because he told me you were a healer and you knew his secret. He might die if he doesn’t get help soon!” The Leafwoman knew that might be an exaggeration, but one couldn’t be too careful with Manny’s injuries. “So get your fucking butt out here before I come in there myself!” Raine wasn’t leaving without Thistle. Period.
The Boggan gave an aggravated a snarl before storming out to his entrance. Stealthily, he appeared from the shadows and loomed over her.
"I was being polite before, but now…” He trailed off menacingly, taking in the appearance of the Jinn with disgust.
However he quirked a brow when he noticed something. She was bleeding. Now that he was much closer he could smell the tang of blood in the air. Thistle deducted that due to being surrounded by the aroma of herbs in his storage he hadn’t caught her scent before. Which meant… perhaps she wasn’t lying.
"You are wounded." Thistle stated bluntly.
So… Manny had been attacked? Along with this Jinn girl? He studied her wound for another moment before silently turning heel and returned to his den, heading for his herbs. He needed to wrap her shoulder first, then select some herbs from his storage. What had she said? He was mortally wounded? Hm… Marigold, poppy seeds, needle and thread, spider webs… What else, what else? The Boggan pondered in his head grimly, ignoring the girl for now.
Raine wasn’t really prepared for Thistle’s appearance. Correction: his species. When he towered over her, the Leafwoman’s eyes had gone wide. Her heart pounded in her ears, every fiber of her being telling her to grab her sword. Her hand twitched, but otherwise didn’t move. She watched his facial expressions change slightly as he studied her. Never had she been so close to a Boggan without trying to kill it.
She blinked at his statement, snapping out of her confused and shocked stupor. Before Raine could reply though, Thistle was already returning into the hollow. “H-Hey! What are you doing?” The blonde stood there, still trying to come to grips that Thistle was a Boggan. He knows Manny’s secret…They must be close or something, otherwise he would have killed Manny… She tried to make sense of it, blowing into her hands as she waited stubbornly, hoping Thistle was willing to listen.
“Golden rod, cobwebs, yes… needle and thread, horsetail to be safe… comfrey and… ah yes, poppy seed,” The Boggan rummaged through his storage, pulling out the needed herbs and items and placing them in his wicker basket-bag. He was obviously ignoring the Leafwoman’s inquiry.
He got his moth cloak and shrugged it on before stepping out again. It was cold outside. The cloak was definitely a good idea. Eyeing the girl a moment longer he took out the spider web and grabbed her arm and pulled her closer. Without further ado he hastily wrapped the webs around her shoulder. It was crude, but it would have to make due for the moment. At least until she brought him to Manny and he saw to their wounds. Speaking of which…
"You said Manfred was ‘dying’?" He asked impassively, standing straighter once he was done and stepping away from his den. "What happened."
It was more of a demand than a question.
Saffron cracked a tired smile, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She was exhausted. The fight had been long, she hadn’t slept over the night, and now she was injured and freezing. Things could be worse,…
Warmth enveloped her. The familiar weight settled in next to her body. Saffron relaxed and remained still. The cold grip of sleep held on tightly, preventing her from waking. She wanted to make sure Manny was all right, but her body said no. Sulking, she remained asleep until she got permission from herself to wake.
A couple of hours later, Saffron woke. The warmth was still present and brought relief to her frozen limbs. Her leg ached terribly. Hissing softly, she slowly shifted to see how it looked. She bit her lip. It was becoming lightly swollen and quite painful to move. Even that slide to the side sent jolts up her leg. Saffron swallowed a whimper. She assumed Manny was asleep and didn’t wish to wake him. Besides, she could handle it. This wasn’t the first wound she’d gotten from a Boggan - not would it be the last.
Sliding her gaze towards Manny, Saffron smiled softly. It was truly sweet of him to sit closer. Not only would they be warmer, but it would provide comfort for one another. Her only hope was that that comfort had served him as a sleeping aid. She feared his nightmares greatly.
Manny heard the change in her breathing, it was easy with them this close now, and slowly opened his eyes. He had closed them for just a moment. Okay maybe a few moments. But he hadn’t been sleeping, every now and then a light doze but he feared of dreaming. And so as Saffron slowly woke the boy glanced at her.
"You’re awake," he mumbled bluntly, giving a tired little grin. "I’ll tell ya what, you make a good pillow."
Have a sweet night y’all~
//I’m only here for a moment! I’m going out to a library lock-in with some peeps and stuff cuz THATS COOL AND IT’S GONNA BE FUN~hopefully this’ll help the steadily growing gloom I’m feeling. Anyways, posting a few replies I’m afraid I didn’t have much time to write them all so please forgive me!
Bellingham Fog pt3
Spider Infested Chocolate Chip Cookies
Add some chocolate spiders to a batch of perfectly innocent looking chocolate chip cookies and you might just see people jump at the site of them this Halloween.
By Joseph Faill [tumblr]
Saffron cracked a tired smile, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She was exhausted. The fight had been long, she hadn’t slept over the night, and now she was injured and freezing. Things could be worse, she supposed. At least…
Saffron eventually felt a weight settle on her shoulder. It was warm and not uncomfortable, therefore she didn’t shift to dislodge it. However, it abruptly lifted after what felt like seconds - at least an hour or two in reality. Alarms went off in her head, but she was simply too tired to wake. Instead she shifted, searching for the warm weight.
A whisper in the back of her head told her it was Manny. It warned her that he might have been woken by another nightmare. Groaning softly, Saffron tried as best as she could to wake. Yet, sleep’s clutches turned forceful and cold. It sprouted from her wound like fire then froze as it reached her mind. She struggled harder, her eyelids fluttering.
As the Stompers would say: no dice.
When Saffron shifted, the boy looked over to her. She looked like she was on the brink of waking up. She must’ve been so worn, and her wound didn’t help things. Manny felt a flash of guilt rush through him, she had been down below on the ground defending the hollow while he’d gona and threw down the weapon she’d left him. Bringing his knees up to his chest, he carefully settled the coat on her a bit more. He slowly leaned against her, taking comfort in the closeness. It was considerably warmer when they were closer, and sleep had helped a bit. Though he was not willing to try and rest again.
Instead of letting his eyes drift shut, he reassessed himself. His joints hurt, and his middle stung if he moved the wrong way but otherwise didn’t bother him too much. Cuts and bruises ranged from okay to bad, but not risky so he ignored those.
Saffron cracked a tired smile, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. She was exhausted. The fight had been long, she hadn’t slept over the night, and now she was injured and freezing. Things could be worse, she supposed. At least they were safe from…
Sleep was pleasant for Saffron. She had no dreams and no nightmares. Her only vision was a comforting darkness that swallowed her in its welcoming embrace. A coat of warmth was draped over lap. Her leg throbbed with pain. Even so, she slept, too exhausted to wake because of the disturbances.
In the back of her mind, she worried about Manny. How would his wound heal with her limited supplies? Would his nightmares return? She wondered if he would wake her if he did have them. Wondering and worrying about so many things slightly disturbed her restful peace. Still, she slept on.
It was dark, so very dark. It was bliss. That didn’t last long though, of course. Soon the voices came back, shouting. It was loud yet quiet, they were yelling at him but he didn’t understand. They were so loud but he didn’t hear a single word. Then the faces, the same angry faces from before. They were mad. They were mad at him and he wasn’t sure why. Had he done something wrong? What was it that had caused him to be dragged off and… and…
The boy jolted awake, heart pounding and blinking his eyes blearily. At first he thought he saw a figure in front of him, looming almost, but when he blinked again it was gone. A phantom from his dream. He nearly sighed in relief. Idly, Manny realized that at some point he’d rested his head against Saffron’s shoulder.
Speaking of which, she was still asleep. The boy glanced up at her before closing his eyes again. He was tired. His body even more so. But he didn’t want to be greeted by nightmares again. Anyways, he was fine with waiting for the Leafwoman to wake.
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