forum Runner's Start (Private)

Started May 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Do you want me to take you up to your bed?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Mmm…" she hummed, eyes drooping until they were fully closed. She didn't know how much longer she'd stay awake.

"Is that a yes or a no?" he asked, tilting his head.

"Sure…" She snuggled probably as close to him as she dared, tightening her hold on him.

He grunted slightly, getting to his feet as he held Tess bridal style. "I need to get in shape," he huffed as he walked up the stairs.

"You carried me before…" she muttered distantly.

"And then I slept for 5 hours straight," he said as he reached the top of the stairs and walked into their shared room.

"Not my point." Her voice was steadily getting quieter and quieter as she spoke, her eyes not even making the effort of opening.

(no clue what I'm listening to currently, but I'm not complaining)

"Then what is your point?" he asked, making his way over to one of the beds.

"I dunno… Strength isn't everythin'?"

"You're not making any sense," he said, leaning over to set her down on the bed.

"No… I'm tired…" she murmured. When she was set onto the bed, she sighed and grabbed a pillow to hold against her body.

He straightened up with a small smile. "G'night, Tess," he said, turning around to leave the room.

She cracked open an eye to watch him leave, hugging the pillow tighter. "G'night…Runner…"

(Sure)

"Fuck…" he grumbled, pulling his knee to his chest with a wince. He'd changed into a pair of black shorts and a white shirt when Tess had woken up, which wasn't a surprise. While she ate breakfast, he decided to try and start stretching. He found that an entire day of fighting made his body feel like it was sent through a meat grinder, which wasn't very fun.

Tessa was lazily picking at her nails, then inspecting them every once in a while. "If stretching is kicking your ass, then you are not ready for all-out war," she commented, flicking her eyes up to look at Runner.

He hadn't even looked at her all day. Last night's events were still too awkward for him to even hold a full conversation with her.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, switching to the other leg. "I get it. I've never had to fight an all out war, though. Cut me some slack."

Tessa perked her head up and stretched her arm out. A black, shadowy falcon with beady red eyes materialized in the air and swooped down, perching on her outstretched arm. It had a piece of paper clamped in its sharp beak. She held out her other hand, and the falcon dropped the paper without complaint, turning its head to preen its feathers. Still holding up the bird, she opened the letter and read it, eyes darting back and forth.

He managed a glance over at her, a frown of confusion contorting his forehead.
"What's that?" he asked.

"What's what?" she asked, still reading with a passive face. The bird turned its gaze onto Runner and didn't look away.

"The whole bird swooping down and dropping a parchment like Hogwarts," he responded, beginning to do lunges.

"Drax works as a messenger," she said, waving the hand holding the paper dismissively. "And I've gotten an answer."

"What is the answer, then?" he asked.