#red1es

Sarah would sit there beside Elias, a stranger who had quickly became a friend. They had just got some cola, chit chatting - getting to know each other until he revealed his true story. Golly, and I thought I had a complicated life, Sarah thought, taking a sip of her beverage as her pinkie hook around his. A small gesture to comfort him. She did not like holding hands. Sarah would look at him with a calm expression, but sympathy shown in her eyes. Poor thing, what a tragic yet fascinating life he lived.

Her pinkie gave his one quick, yet gentle squeeze before releasing. She would pull her backpack on to her lap, searching through it before taking out a packet of tissues. Pulling one out, she would reach over to gently wipe the tears away.

She would set her notebook on her lap, flipping it open to a clean page, smiling weakly as she written on it. 'If you die and forget about me - I will always remember you and this conversation. I will hold it close to my heart. I promise.'

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 . . ❝ So what I'm hearing is - I'm taking your breath away? ❞ Sweet, little pecks were dotted upon his lips and down his chin, GIGGLES bubbling in her throat at the hitch of his breath and her own teasing ; hands deigning to continue their journey in slipping beneath Elias' shirt. The two had been entangled on the couch for what seemed to be hours at that point, but Elara knew it was more - so 30 minutes, give or take. What had started as INNOCENT kisses soon delved into more amorous territory -- Elara having been the one to deepen the kisses, fingers treading through Elias' hair and it hadn't been long before she was straddling him.

Now the sounds of them panting and her own laughter blanketed them instead of smacking lips & heated moans. ❝ Am I took much for you, Elias? ❞ Whispered, sultry & soft, against the curve of his cheek as she trailed her mouth upwards. ❝ We can slow things down, if you want... ❞

@red1es / what if we kissed? ( accepting ).

 john had rounded the corner to a thump! and the screech of spinning tires burning rubber on the asphalt. the poor sod left lying in the road after the car sped off was in one piece, at the very least, although john couldn't find much else positive to say about him -- just from the looks of him, if he wasn't already dead, he sure would be soon.

which is why is was so damn startling when he not only groaned in pain, but moved like he wanted to sit up. john had been about to dial for an ambulance, but promptly abandoned the idea to rush to the young man's side.

" steady on, lad, you're alright. " trying not to put pressure on any sore spots ( which wasn't an easy task, considering everything looked like it'd be sore after a hit like that ), john pushed him to stay lying down, as still as he could. consider that his one good deed for the week, then. " easy does it, no last rites today. just- don't squirm around so much. "

his body seemed to be looking after itself, in a macabre sort of way, leaving john with little else to do but press the bones and sinew back into place to ( hopefully ) help everything knit itself back together. well, that, and imbue each touch with just enough magic to ease the pain.

Rex didn't relax just yet. On arriving at this hiding spot his first instinct was to try and cover up any openings. Subtly fortifying what he could with leftover debris or furniture and simply screening against prying eyes elsewhere, with regard to windows and things.

". . ."

( you're too close , be careful , Mother Nature bites . ) ❝ I don't remember asking for help . ❞ stay where you are , let what's feral come to you . ❝ I'm perfectly fine . ❞ barbed wire is ripping into her skin , yanked tight without much hesitation , something that should ooze deep red instead reflects in green puddles , ❝ you should leave , if you know what's good for you . ❞

some ye olde text meme / accepting / @red1es