*slaps you with drabble request* Number 1 and you know what pairing I want. ( ̄︜ ̄)
ohohohohooo can I use my modern au? 8D
prompt:Â âAre you kidding me? Weâre not fine!â and itâs gonna be Iron Bull/Adaar
It happens in a flash of red andyellow, the world flipping upside down and then the right side upagain, concrete and pain.
Bull lifts his head, blinks. His rightshoulder feels like itâs on fire, something warm and wet seeping intothe cracks in the concrete under him. His motorcycle lies on theground fifteen feet from him, smoking and hissing quietly like adying animal. He hears tires screeching and it sounds like screaming,the car that ran the red lights speeding away like it was neverthere.
He hears her before he sees her; sheâson his blind side. A curse that breaks into a sob, a sharp intake ofbreath that sounds oddly choked and another curse, and he knows sheâscrying.
âYou okay?â He rolls over, stumblesonto his feet only to fall to his knees next to her after five steps.
âNo. No.â Iskraâs arm is a mangledmess of torn skin and road rash and broken bone under that, and shecradles it close to her chest. Thereâs an ugly cut in her forehead,blood trickling down the side of her nose.
âHey, hey, hey. Kadan.â Bull pullsher closer, drapes a careful arm over her shoulders and her breathhitches, a whimper dying in her throat. âItâs fine. Weâre fine.â
Iskra lets out a sound thatâs half alaugh, half a cry. âAre you kidding me? Weâre not fine!â
âI know,â Bull says as the blue andred lights of emergency vehicles start blinking in the distance, âbutwe will be.â