#drunken-red-head

My character keeps yours safe from harm.

Arthur gritted his teeth as his hands gripped Caliburn. His hands were shaky and blood was dripping down the side of his face, but he didn’t care. His focus was on two things. One, the army of demons staring him down with glowing eyes, two, the injured woman behind him. He could feel her eyes boring into his back angrily.

"You freakin’ idiot! Get outta’ here already! I can take care o’ myself!" Arthur smirked, only twitching as a shot of pain ran down his arm all the way to his fingertips.

"I’m afraid I cannot do that, Shura," he responded evenly. “It would be unfitting of a knight and a gentleman such as myself to simply leave an injured flower to her own devices. A demon lunged at him, which he easily sidestepped and cleaved in two, disappearing in a haze of dark matter. “Besides, your injuries are great, mine are merely trifle scratches," he bragged, even as blood drenched the arm of his coat.

"You’re gonna’ freakin’ die!" Shura yelled at him, almost sounding desperate. Arthur smirked, preparing himself as a wave of them rushed him. They surrounded him in a flurry, all jagged teeth and needle-point claws. The roars around him furiously filled his head, but he blocked them out for the most part.

He could feel the pain, but his brain shut off his reaction to it. If he went down, he would die, and so would she. Caliburn whirled around, a flash of bright steel. In the fray, he managed to sacrifice a portion of his hair, and the demon horde was swiftly dealt with in one deft blow.

The threat finally dealt with, he collapsed onto his knees, breathing heavily. Looking up through his shadow of bangs, he coughed and smirked at her.

If it was raining I would:[X] Give you my jacket.[] Run off leaving you behind.[X] Hug you until it stops.[] Push you in a puddle.[] Kiss you in the rain.

8: eyelid kiss

The man sat back against the sill as he stared out the window. A light misty rain was falling outside, leaving the outside of the window covered with miniscule water droplets. The inside of the window was fogged up with his breath, thick enough he could have drawn a picture if he wanted to.

A distant police siren made him sniff with disdain, swiftly shuttering the window and moving back into the room. He sighed and uncrossed his arms as he listened to the sound of silence. Well, silence, aside from the sound of his friend breathing in sleep. He kicked a nearby beer can (empty), simply to hear the hollow 'ping' of struck aluminum.