forum Runner's Start (Private)

Started May 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he repeated, pulling it off with a heavy wince. "Fuck."

Tessa's face twisted as she crouched and got to work on cleaning out the wounds. "I'm sorry," she said after length, her voice a quiet murmur as her brows scrunched in concentration, her eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the unlit room.

"Like I said, Tess," he said, pulling a face. "It's not your fault."

"Maybe," she mused, wiping away some blood and dabbing some disinfectant over the wounds, "But I still let myself be controlled so easily."

"There aren't many who can push a possession out of their own head," he mumbled, raising his arms slightly so she could reach the wounds better.

She just shook her head and finished cleaning the wounds, then started on bandaging them. "I might be able to find an actual healer somewhere."

"I'll be fine," he repeated for what felt like the millionth time.

"Say that when you're not bleeding all over the place and I might believe you," Tessa said, well aware of how many times he was going to be stubborn and insist that he was fine. "Men," she muttered.

"Says you," he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

She rose a brow as she flicked her gaze up towards his face. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

"You're getting onto me for being stubborn," he said, leaning his back against the back of the toilet.

"I never said I wasn't a hypocrite," she said simply, standing up to wrap the bandages around him in a way that still allowed for movement.

He raised his arms even higher, realizing how close they were to each other and trying to ignore it. "Doesn't mean I can't call you out on it."

She set a hand on his shoulder so she could get a better angle, leaning in slightly. Her face was set in concentration, her lips pulled down at the corners and eyes relatively blank, though not cold and dead. "True. I'm stubborn for many reasons. You men are just stubborn creatures all around."

Runner would have shrugged, but she was still tying the bandages up. "I'm still not going to a healer. If I need it, I'll do it myself."

"Only solidifying my observation that men are stubborn," she joked with up tilted lips. Her fingers danced over the bandages once she was done, making sure they were secure and not in danger of becoming unraveled. "But I won't force you to go to one."

"Good," he said, a smile growing on his own lips. "Don't think I can survive another fight with you."

She stepped back and put her hands on her hips, even though her fingers were coated with disinfectant and some splatters of dried blood. "There. All done."

Runner glanced over at the bloodstained shirt and turned his nose up. "Looks like that might be heading for the trash."

"Yes it is." Without much ceremony, Tessa picked it up and set it alight in her hands, using the last bit of energy she had in store.

"You have a unique definition of trash," he pointed out, frowning at the use of magic. "You should get some rest, Tess. It's been a long night."

"Better ashes than sitting around." She shrugged when he suggested she get some sleep. "I'll be good to go for a little bit." She offered a small smile as she looked over at him. "Food and booze'll keep me going for longer."

Runner shook his head, standing up with a small wince. "I might join you on the food. Fighting for my life took a lot outta me."

Tess eyed him up and down, making sure he was okay without her support. "I can't cook much, but I do know pasta—or anything Italian, really. Any preferences within my expertise?"

"Something edible," he said, making his way out of the bathroom by himself with minimal difficulty.