forum The Wish Granter (Fantasy RP) OPEN FOR A SHORT TIME

Started May 15, 2018 by Deleted user

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(So in the middle of the angst.

Would it be insensitive to make London flirt with Marcus.)

//yes
they should technically be fighting right now

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay. Raspberry assnut over here just left you." Marya glared at Cal, but she shook her head. "Anyway, most of them are gone, but I need to take these two to the infirmary."

Cal doubled over and clutched his chest, coughing out blood. That's it, Marya hates me. Thanks a lot, stalker.

I'm not a stalker!

"I'm fine," she said dismissively, hurrying towards the doors.

"Look, as much as I dislike you right now, I really don't want a dead best friend, so if you could keep it together maybe?" she ruffled his hair. "Nimue's here, so you're half-forgiven." her battle axe was balanced between her armpit.

I don't know how long I'll be here.
Probably not very long, to be honest.
Where the hell are you that you can hear me from there??

"Look, as much as I dislike you right now, I really don't want a dead best friend, so if you could keep it together maybe?" she ruffled his hair. "Nimue's here, so you're half-forgiven." her battle axe was balanced between her armpit.

"I-I can't really b-breath right now. . ." Cal wheezed out, looking down at the wound in the middle of his chest. "Get A-ailith to the infirmary."

"Both of you actually. If you try to die on me again, dipshit…" she clenched her jaw. "Not happening. I would rather become the king's slave than watch you die." she headed towards the infirmary, dumping both of them onto a table. "Close your eyes. I'll get the wet sock nurse to operate on you. As much as I hate to say it, he's damn capable at his job."

“Cal, don’t you dare die on us here,” she said franctically, wishing (not for the first time) that she were a little taller than 5 feet.

(Oh gosh this is angsty.)

(I am trying to make up for it with Marya's insults)

( I love Marya's insults xD )

Cal pulled away from the nurses as they slipped his shirt off to get a look at the wound in his chest. The scars on his backs were there. Where his wings used to be. Everyone could see them. The nurses pressed him back to the cot and inspected his wound.

One nurse practically bolted towards Ailith they had to stop the bleeding immediately. They wrapped a large bandage around the wound and could only pray for the best.

"And here I thought the first time I'd ever see your bare back would be during those times when you're trying to flirt." Marya leaned in, inspecting his scars. "You soggy lampshade. You should open up more often."

Cal winced as the nurses began to disinfect his wound. "Yeah, they don't exactly look nice. . ." He sighed, biting his bottom lip as Marya looked at the scars.

"You look beautiful, don't worry." Marya cracked a grin. "Sexy, even. Raspberry assnut."

(Oh my gosh this is hilarious.

Yes flirt during angst.

This is great.

Wait i need to make more popcorn.)

"You look beautiful, don't worry." Marya cracked a grin. "Sexy, even. Raspberry assnut."

"Sexy?" Cal asked, raising a brow as he looked at Marya. The nurses continued to treat to his wound, and Cal kept on hoping that he could put his shirt back on. "That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." He said, a small smirk on his lips.

//Sorry I’ve been gone, I was freaking out over the shootings

Time to come back now.
But I just got here!
You’re my insurance that Cal keeps his word.
Couldn’t you just force him?
…I’m tired.

"Yeah well, you're delirious and losing large amounts of blood. Who knows if this actually happened?" Marya ran her finger over the scars where his wings once were.

"Well, I'm going to hope it's real." Cal said, sighing softly as she traced his scars.