@rcliicta sent a raven: ✦ 66 — "I didn't plan on loving you. You weren't part of my plan. But here we are." - echo to simon
It hurt to breathe, so he tried not to, shallow sips of air pulled through blood soaked fabric. All he could taste was blood, struggling to suppress the cough that was going to rattle his cracked ribs. It was in his throat, trying to seep into his lungs and drown him, fingers gripping her arm. A silent answer to the snarl of a confession, a chuckle undoing his careful tenacious grip leaving him coughing, choking, and finally wheezing as his entire chest burned.
"Hell of a place.'
He could get up, had to, Simon couldn't let her die like the others. Another ghost trailing after him like some demented haunting of the haunter. It'd been stupid to let her get close, he hadn't planned on this either. Should have known if it wasn't a joking Scot it'd be some Lithuanian nightmare. Forces himself to sit up, feeling her attempt to brace him despite the fact that she was so much smaller than he was. Turning his head to hook thumb beneath fabric and peel it back from his mouth as something warm crawled up his throat to spit it out on the ground.
Watching the way their shadows shifted on the mud and snow from the flames currently feasting on a building that was wood and plaster. Focusing on that instead of the way he could feel the blood trickling down the back of his throat, itching as if the iron was enough to make little irritating caltrops. Up, had to get up, they never should have been so close when the building blew. But there'd been that bullet that had clipped her shoulder and sent her spinning, which had sent him spinning in rage to take out the prick shooting through the railing of the second floor.
"You use that new drive? Price'll be furious if we did all of this only to let it shatter.'
