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---@crowneddeath he was running. the lights of the giant city a blur as he runs by them---sleek cars with unnecessarily bright lights blind him. he’s panting, heart racing, skin pricked with fear. he had no idea where he was. he had no idea how he was where he was. this city... city. there were no forests and there were millions of people. men and women yelled nasty words at him as he plowed through them, knocking a man over but having no time to apologize. he swallowed hard and turned a street. half way across the street he heard a blaring sound, skidding to a stop, turning towards the white light coming right for him. raising an arm to shield his eyes his body tensed--ready for impact.
CRASH! his body flung back from the vehicle that screeched to a halt a little to late. he felt a pain in his arm--he was sure it was broken. his skin skidded across the pavement. vision cloudy he looked at the sky---not a star in it, well not that he could see. that was when he saw faces peer over him to see if he was alright. that was when he saw her.
......Clarke
The bike came to a halt, the vibrations dying as he turned the key. Pulling off his helmet and pushing back the hair that has escaped from his bun at the back of his neck he swung his leg over the Nike before setting it down the bike. Alexandria Clinic. He had back here several times since he’d walked in and saw her again. It had been chance. It had been a coincidence. He had never expected to see her again. Walking up to the door he ignored the closed sign, and pushed open the door. The place was quiet, only the shush of the air conditioner echoing through the place as he steeped inside. He was later than he had said, about an hour late, but she was here. Her perfume almost seemed to linger in the air as he walked through the reception area to the back where he knew she’d likely be. Opening the door he stepped in, his hand on the doorknob when he paused. Blonde hair, perf lips, blue eyes, hair in a messy bun. Sucking in a breath he shut the door quietly before leaning again it. “Babe,” he didn’t apologize, he was the closest thing to a king as there was in this modern world and yet the words rolled easily off his tongue when confront with her. “Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in business.”
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Steve’s lips curl upwards the moment her door opens, and he brings his hand from behind his back to present her with a bunch of flowers and a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, beautiful. You hungry? I grabbed take out.”
Body still ACHES, pink scarring a testament to his brush with death. A larger mark still heals on his lower abdomen, ugly and raised. He should have died, but he didn’t, thanks to Clarke. It’s a strange thing. No matter how angry he gets at her, no matter how many mistakes, there is a constant back and forth between owing each other. She saved his life, but for what he doesn’t know. He is separated from his people. Again. And this time it hurts so much worse. He doesn’t know why except that this indefinite amount of time, not knowing how they are fairing, wishing they could know he is not dead...it’s difficult to swallow.
Most of his time has been spent recovering, but even after his strength as been regained and muscles seem to be REPAIRING themselves, he finds himself reserved. He knows it probably bothers Clarke. But he can’t find the words most of the time. He feels like he shouldn’t be alive, but here he is. What is he even supposed to do for this many years? He has no purpose again. And he hates almost every second of it. But he is trying, he really is. So today he makes the effort, speaks up first as he walks into the main area of the lighthouse. “ Morning. ” he murmurs, eyes glancing out the window to the discolored sky. It was her idea to try looking for any nightblood children, but so far they haven’t found any. “ Going out today? ” // @crowneddeath
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“ if you can’t trust me, you can trust the two people with me. they have dealt with similar occurrences multiple times. they know what to do. ”
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“ it’s not that bad. ” he’s been running stupid errands for the SKY GODS for a while, he’s not surprised he got hurt again but he finds it funny the face she made when he got there and waved from the window. he tucks his pistol into the back of his pants so it won’t show as he walks into the emergency clinic opening his arms for a hug ( and wincing slightly as the cut in his side decides its going squirt out way more blood than it had been previously ). “ ... i need another patch up doc. ”
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“I can help you.” His voice came fromt he shadows. Having grown up in Azgeda, he had leared to be opportunistic at a young age. She was free. And desperate to leave the mountain. He suspected she was from this other clan he had heard rumors of before doing a detour which brought him too close to mount weather. “I’m prince of Azgeda. My voice had weight among my people.” At least a bit of it. When it came down to identifying enemies, he had no doubt even the banished princes voice would be heard. In any case, his knowledge might be of use to her. Anything really that would tempt her to free him and flee with him. “Someone’s coming.”
