salted paradise

Going down like he wanted, and yet, still a stubborn complainer.

❝ OI! DON'T Y' DARE - ! ❞

A strange, shimmery rift had torn in-between the sky and earth, dumping him elsewhere. Tonal hum, sickly green trailing off his body. Broad expanse of blue dotted by white. Wind whistled in his ears. Miles above an unknown city — or at least what he thought was his New York. He chanced a turn of his head and his body went with it. Hazel eyes squinted against the sun's light that beamed down, spots obscuring partially.

❝ SHITE! 'S FUCKIN' WHY I 'ATE PORTAL SUPES! ❞

Frantic. Panicked. His heart raced. His breath stolen. His hands grabbed for his crowbar, sent spinning through the air. His necklace lifted from his neck, nearly slipping free — saved only by the snag of hair in the clasp.

Down, down, down, he spiralled, coat flapping wildly.

His stomach was in his throat. Cold air whipping past felt more like knives. His lashes began to crust over, and he could feel his consciousness slipping. The tallest buildings - strange how humans always decorated with spikes, like they wanted to reach the heavens - got far larger and wider in his rapidly closing view.

❝ FUCK! ❞

He had little temp-v left in his system. Enough to cushion eventual blows, but not prevent breaking or fracturing entirely.

Least he was coming to meet her. See his Becca again.

Vaguest of car horns. Children's laughter. Construction. Billboards blaring adverts.

But the comforts of humanity, nonetheless.

The sounds of what should have been home, one final moment - a flash of life - before that concrete jungle's jaws snapped shut. He was, strangely enough, at peace.

And Ryan —

the guy was falling pretty quickly, which meant he had to be careful, had to also be falling at a similar speed to make a safe catch. good thing he’d gotten over that fear of heights...

hopping to his feet on the rooftop, peter got a running start, shooting lines of webbing out on either side, using the tension to shoot himself upwards... and then sit back, relax, and let gravity take care of the rest.

he wasn’t sure lucky was the right word to use in regards to falling from such a height, but the silver lining was it had given him enough time to catch the guy without giving him a serious case of whiplash — or worse.

“ just droppin’ in, huh ? ” he asked cheerfully, trying to get the man’s attention. they had a few seconds before a very unpleasant introduction to the asphalt. “ you don't look like a big hugger, ” he noted, gaze darting around behind his mask, looking for ideal anchor spots, best routes, anything that could possibly get in the way.

“ let’s just call today an exception. ” with a quick thumbs up, he fired off a line of webbing, pulling him into the mystery man, where peter grabbed him as gently as possible — only to let out a little “ oof ” when the guy was a little more solid than anticipated.

didn’t matter, though, he still managed to get an arm around the guy’s waist, and pull them both out of the nosedive at a niiiiiice gradual angle.

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.

THE HURT:

“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”

“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”

“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”

“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”

“I think I need help.”

“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”

“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”

“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”

“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”

“I’ve got a headache.”

“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”

“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”

“I think I’m running a fever.”

“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”

“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”

“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”

“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”

“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”

THE COMFORT:

“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think you’d better take a break.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”

“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”

“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”

“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”

“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”

“Let’s get you some food.”

“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”

“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”

“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”

“What happened to you, baby?”

“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”

“You look like shit, man.”

“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”

“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”

“ jeez, wynonna, ” she sighs as she gets the brunette settled and begins taking a look at the wound. “ you weren't even gone two hours . . . ! ”

"Those apples are for the bobbing game Nox- not for you."