Wow, You Must Really Like The Morons On This Blog ... ( Meme ) || Accepting !!!

Her eyes had shut on instinct waiting for the impact of a bullet, blade, or fist ... she wasn’t too sure what they’d had up their sleeve, in their pockets, or behind their backs. For a few seconds, with her eyes closed - she is transported to another time and place altogether. Begging for her life in an old run down boiler room ... the only difference now, is that she’s far too proud to beg for something so very meaningless to her. 

Words from her youth surge through her mind at full volume rendering the scuffle around her mute until they’ve run their course entirely. With eyes squinted shut, she is only aware of a very heavy breathing close to her left. Her own heart pounds behind her ribs as she slowly forces herself to look. There’s been no impact - - - & as it stands, the ruffians in question have been dispatched. She turns to find the source of the breathing and slumps into his side, an arm wrapping around his own. 

Maybe That’s The Plan ;) ( Meme ) || Accepting !!! 

“ Very nearly was. Thank you. “ 

( You’d think she’d enjoy a rest after a physical altercation with a disgruntled student assistant - one that had ended in a dead medical student & wounded physician. ) 

“ ... but now, I think I want to get off bed rest. I know the adventures here in formal civilization aren’t nearly so grand, when compared to your usual routine ... but ... “

Her hand reaches for his wrist & she smiles: 

boooooo I'm a ghooooost

The sudden rush of the unusual feeling is enough of a shock to bring her out of that state and she shakes her head, trying to get a hold of whatever had overcome her. “Get out, Marcus,” she tells him, turning away from him. “Now!” 

Mark had experience with the nightmares and the cries. It was fine with him, but hearing someone else do it.. He had watched the boy sleep on occasion, noticing the more peaceful look about him. In sleep one should always be peaceful. Even someone he knew pointed out that Marcus slept so soundly and lacked any of the negative features he had in the waking day.

“He must have endured much” Peter Pan may have been but a boy but Mark believed fully that he indeed lived life far longer than the older warrior could ever hope to. Youth was a thing to grasp for it sadly slips away quickly. Finally he reached out to shake the other, hands on his shoulders while shaking him. “Wake up Peter- its a nightmare” He prepared to have Peter lash out, his hands trying to keep him from tossing. “Wake up!”

it was quite queer, having other listening ears to hear him in the dead of night. had peter been used to this surely he would’ve constructed safe guards to prevent the nightly attacks to his sanity hidden behind lock and key; but the point was he hadn’t. he was still unused to this strange world, only able to access his magic by full moons. still unused to the man he had taken shelter with, who had found the sprite soon after his coming to the land without magic. still new to everything in general.