Killian Riordan

@xcfstartersx​ India murmured and complained as she went up the stairs. Her skin prickled and she could feel her siblings were around, which was of course a relief, however the witch was walking around as if a black cloud was looming over her. Its as if she was cursed.

While kicking a door open, not by force, a picture frame made its way and fell on her head.  “Oh my god this day sucks!!!”

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Wyatt kept hearing cursing coming from up stairs and his first thought was that it might be his little brother, even as grown as Wyatt was, he wasn’t willing to risk using that kind of language in his mother’s house, with her anywhere around. Taking the steps up there he saw someone stick their head out the door. “You can’t really toss a rock in here without finding someone.” He answers putting his hands in his back pockets, “You alright? Heard the string of curses coming from you.”

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Killian held back a snarky comment, at the arrival of the twice blessed, after his own call out. Sighing, the dark haired man kept his hand over the flannel as he blinked away a small wave of dizziness as he took in the other man. 

“You alright?” Asked the older women as she took a good look at the male’s injuries, she wasn’t a Doctor, but she was almost certain she could at least try to heal him with her powers.

This had been the second time Melinda had tried to help someone who had been attacked by a Darklighter and it was slowly starting to become routine for her, helping others, despite the fact that she really wanted to find a way to get back to her own time.

“Oh my lord, that looks bad.” She admitted, looking at his wounds once again.

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Killian eyed the older woman with suspicion; not having seen her around since the time shift.  At her comment, the dark haired phoenix gave her a small smirk which hid his grimace of pain. 

{{ Time Skip }}

“Fuck.” Talia groaned as Killian popped her shoulder back into place. She wiped some blood from the corner of her mouth and swallowed the rest. 

“Thanks, babe.” She reached up on tiptoes to kiss him. “Anything I can do for you?” She asked, looking him over.

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"It's done," Killian murmured, rubbing his hand around the area Talia's shoulder had just popped back into place. Adrenaline was still coursing through the dark haired man's body like fire, the thrill of the fight they'd just been in currently keeping all the aches he knew would hit later at bay. Jay had been found, and - for now - there was a regrouping time. 

Responding to her kiss, Killian ran a finger lightly over her chin and up her cheek to brush a vagrant strand of hair behind her ear. His shoulder was beginning to throb, from where he'd been hit by a darklighter arrow (which, at the time, he'd pulled out without a thought) and he could feel a warm dampness begin to seep through his dark t-shirt. 

The Darklighter had caught him unawares while facing down two demons in the hunt for Mitchell with Talia, who had sustained injuries of her own and whose shoulder he’d managed to push back into place before he focused on taking care of his own wound. He needed to get back into shape again; the darklighter had caught a lucky blow - he should have been able to dodge the hit, he would have done in the past, or future. Man, this whole time travelling deal was messed up. Turning around, he noted the wound was a through and through; clean at the front while jagged at the back - intercepting with a long scar running down the length of his back. Not a place he could reach. Damn, he needed some help.

“Fuck.” He repeated, as he used a flannel to cover the wound as he peeked his head out of the door. “Anyone up here?”