forum Runner's Start (Private)

Started May 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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She lifted her head to look up at him, eyes darting around his face. Then falling to his lips and lingering.
As I said, drunk Tessa was impulsive. Whatever was on her mind wasn't exactly the best thing to be considering.

He was zoned out, just kind of speaking whatever was on his mind. "It's fair, though. It's not like I'm anything special. You're a half dragon fucking badass warrior, and I'm just a tubby wanderer who's own mom kicked him out the house."

"At least you had a mom," she said quietly, her eyes dropping down as she curled up even closer against Runner's front.

"Having a mom doesn't make me an attractive person. Hell, I'd probably still call her momma if I got the chance. And I'm in way over my head with this shit. What the hell am I supposed to do against a demon lord? He's not stupid enough to cast a spell my way. I'm gonna be slaughtered."

She sighed and moved yet again so that their faces were mere inches apart. "Shut up," she mumbled. "You think too much. Doubt too much. "Her hands move to cup his face, her eyes daring him to doubt her as well. "You're better than that–I know it. Stop putting yourself down. That's my thing. You're not allowed to be the self-hating one. I forbid it." She gave him an adorably stern look, as she couldn't quite muster an actual stern look.

"Then tell me how I'm supposed to do this," he said, sounding deflated.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the crook of his neck. "You're more powerful than you think. Smarter. Your plans are good. You are good. Believe in yourself."

"Again, you're drunk and delusional," he said, but he seemed to become more and more comfortable with the situation.

"Drunk I may be, but I still stand by my words," she mumbled against his skin, not making a move to move away.

He let out a sigh, slowly sliding his arms around her waist and just accepting the situation.

She tensed up slightly, then relaxed and hummed softly in response. She hadn't expected him to do such a thing, so it was a little startling.

"I'm scared," he admitted. "Terrified, actually. I still have no clue why I was in that water, and now I have all this shit going on. How do you deal with it?"

"I've seen the worst the world has to offer, so I just put on a brave face and accept my fate. If I die, so be it. Good riddance, actually." She spoke quietly.

He frowned at her response, shivering when he felt her breath on his skin. "People would miss you."

"Doubt it," she said miserably. "Just a hot head with anger issues that freaks out in basements, underground, closets, and any locked place," she muttered, still speaking against his skin.

"What about those Vanguard people?" he asked, rubbing her back gently.

She frowned. "I suppose. But they're better off without me. I'm more trouble than help…"

"You legitimately just saved my life a few hours ago. You are not."

She shook her head, refusing to believe it. "I have moments, but they're selfish. I'm selfish."

"How would saving my life be selfish, hm? How could it have benefited you at all?"

"My ass would've been fried by your mother. That chick's scary…" she mumbled childishly.

"I don't think my mother even crossed your mind," he said, nudging her with his chin, "You did it 'cause under that shell you've put up for everyone to see, you're a good person."

"Lies…" she hissed, shifting slightly.

"Just as you stand by your words," he said, slouching a bit to make himself comfortable, "I stand by mine."

She took a deep breath, then slowly released it. She was getting tired, but she didn't feel like moving.