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metamorphosis2012-08-09 07:54 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2012-08-09 07:54 pm
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Title: it isn't a game
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
156/365.
“Don’t do that!” His voice is uncharacteristically hoarse and she squints at him, before sitting up and wincing at the pain in her side. She touches it gingerly with her hand and feels torn clothing and skin, with the start of a healing cut’s ridge in the middle. Her attention turns back to him, sight slowly returning to normal - especially after a few quick blinks, adjusting as quick as she can manage - and she almost gasps at the sight of him. Almost. He’s covered in blood - not his own, she notes - and his arms are limp against his thighs; she assumes she’d been in them before and, with their use done, they were just waiting for a new command.
Or for her to fall back into them, but she resists the urge to just sleep off the healing and, using his shoulder, tries to stand. He grabs her hand and keeps her down, maneuvering her to a crumbling wall instead and pressing her firmly against it. The hand on her shoulder has a tight grip - almost as if he’s afraid he’d lose her - and she furrows her brow, wondering —
“You’re not like me.” Her eyebrows jump up in surprise; she had rarely heard him so soft-voiced. “You can’t just come back if you get cornered and die.”
She can feel the anger already growing, a flame brighter than the ones that surged in a towering pillar just before; it wasn’t as if she had wanted to get grabbed and nearly exploded into pieces, or have knives thrown while she waited to cast her spell. She shrugs off his hand and shoves him backwards, huffing.
“I know that!” A snarl twists on his lips and she continues, forcing herself up and turning her back to him so she can survey the now monsterless room; the rest of their team, however, is still present, on the far side. Good. “I was just in a bad spot! I didn’t mean to get in the middle of everything, okay? They just —”
“You’re supposed to stay behind me!” Now it’s her turn to bare her teeth, and she does as she turns back around; a hand raises itself and stops before she can manage to slap him, because that won’t do any good, and it’d make an already embarrassing experience (with the growing anxiousness of their teammates) even more so. He doesn’t move an inch - although he’s stood up by now - and he towers over her by a head and a half. “You’re better protected that way—”
“The others can’t do what you can either, and they’re still at the front!”
“And they aren’t in robes! They have better stamina, better health, and better strength.”
She knows he’s right, but admitting she’s mistaken — to him of all people —
Her anger barely fades when she registers the lips on her own; it stays, smouldering, waiting for a moment to flare back up — but that moment isn’t now, nor is it the one after he draws away, looking more than a little unsure at his own actions. She licks her lips once, twice, then groans and turns away, slamming her hands on the top of the crumbled wall instead of against his cheek like she should.
“I was fine soloing by myself before, you know.” He steps around the wall and into her vision, nodding as he does so; he hadn’t been alone like she had, working his way up, but there were some tasks you could only achieve by yourself. Like awakening to your true power. Not that either of them had managed to do that quite yet. Regardless, she follows his example - although she pushes herself up and over the wall, almost laughing when her skirt flares up and she has to regulate it with her free hand - and shoulders his arm, one final rebuttal before they make their way to their other two members and pointedly ignoring the looks they’re given.
Characters: F. Mage, M. Mage
Rating: G
156/365.
“Don’t do that!” His voice is uncharacteristically hoarse and she squints at him, before sitting up and wincing at the pain in her side. She touches it gingerly with her hand and feels torn clothing and skin, with the start of a healing cut’s ridge in the middle. Her attention turns back to him, sight slowly returning to normal - especially after a few quick blinks, adjusting as quick as she can manage - and she almost gasps at the sight of him. Almost. He’s covered in blood - not his own, she notes - and his arms are limp against his thighs; she assumes she’d been in them before and, with their use done, they were just waiting for a new command.
Or for her to fall back into them, but she resists the urge to just sleep off the healing and, using his shoulder, tries to stand. He grabs her hand and keeps her down, maneuvering her to a crumbling wall instead and pressing her firmly against it. The hand on her shoulder has a tight grip - almost as if he’s afraid he’d lose her - and she furrows her brow, wondering —
“You’re not like me.” Her eyebrows jump up in surprise; she had rarely heard him so soft-voiced. “You can’t just come back if you get cornered and die.”
She can feel the anger already growing, a flame brighter than the ones that surged in a towering pillar just before; it wasn’t as if she had wanted to get grabbed and nearly exploded into pieces, or have knives thrown while she waited to cast her spell. She shrugs off his hand and shoves him backwards, huffing.
“I know that!” A snarl twists on his lips and she continues, forcing herself up and turning her back to him so she can survey the now monsterless room; the rest of their team, however, is still present, on the far side. Good. “I was just in a bad spot! I didn’t mean to get in the middle of everything, okay? They just —”
“You’re supposed to stay behind me!” Now it’s her turn to bare her teeth, and she does as she turns back around; a hand raises itself and stops before she can manage to slap him, because that won’t do any good, and it’d make an already embarrassing experience (with the growing anxiousness of their teammates) even more so. He doesn’t move an inch - although he’s stood up by now - and he towers over her by a head and a half. “You’re better protected that way—”
“The others can’t do what you can either, and they’re still at the front!”
“And they aren’t in robes! They have better stamina, better health, and better strength.”
She knows he’s right, but admitting she’s mistaken — to him of all people —
Her anger barely fades when she registers the lips on her own; it stays, smouldering, waiting for a moment to flare back up — but that moment isn’t now, nor is it the one after he draws away, looking more than a little unsure at his own actions. She licks her lips once, twice, then groans and turns away, slamming her hands on the top of the crumbled wall instead of against his cheek like she should.
“I was fine soloing by myself before, you know.” He steps around the wall and into her vision, nodding as he does so; he hadn’t been alone like she had, working his way up, but there were some tasks you could only achieve by yourself. Like awakening to your true power. Not that either of them had managed to do that quite yet. Regardless, she follows his example - although she pushes herself up and over the wall, almost laughing when her skirt flares up and she has to regulate it with her free hand - and shoulders his arm, one final rebuttal before they make their way to their other two members and pointedly ignoring the looks they’re given.