Random meeting and blood~Nick~
Nov 26, 2012 3:29:04 GMT -5
Post by Nitya Demont on Nov 26, 2012 3:29:04 GMT -5
"No, a few people have been here before. Everybody always leaves something for whoever uses the place next. I've been here a few times, and things change all the time." It seems like an unspoken promise of this place. Those that know of the cave know of the promise which is to leave something to aid those after as those before aided you. It's honestly one of my favorite places to go even if it is hard to get to. There is just a sense of accomplishment once you reach it.
What I don't say is that my brother, Indigo, was the person to show me this place. After he died, I came here, and I found that someone or maybe more than just one, had left a small memorial to him. I always wondered who it was, but it's never something I'd consider actually looking for an answer to. Tears begin to prick up in the corners of my eyes, but I shake my head to shake them away. This isn't something that I want to think about right now.
His touch makes my body relax immediately, and I feel safe the moment he pulls me closer. It's strange to think that I'm the one that is trying to care for him, and yet I seem to be the one being cared for. "That sounds good to me," I say gently as he pulls me under his blanket. Instinctively, my arms wrap around him; it feels right to lay that way. I feel him shivering, and I try to wrap myself around him in such a way that he will be the warmest but I won't be putting any amount of pressure on his wound.
Laying with Nick feels amazing. I feel like we are back on his ship with no cares or worries in the world which is a rather interesting feeling given our past few days. His breathing is soothing, and I hope that he is getting warm and isn't feeling too much pain. It's just wishful thinking to hope for him to have no pain. After all, he did just have surgery.
His question of what I want to do now stumps me because I'm not sure what to do. I can hear that the voices are gone, but that doesn't mean that they aren't lying in wait under the cave to see if we are there. Instead of answering his question at first, I address what he said after.
"I couldn't leave somebody I care about. I think that's why some people say I wouldn't last in the Games," I say. "You mean a lot to me Nick. I couldn't imagine just leaving you." He caresses me, and I let out a sigh of contentment. "As for what we do now, I think we should stay here for the night, but I also think I should see if the guards are anywhere near. Tomorrow we are going to have to move, and if the way to the adjoining cave is blocked, we'll have to figure something else out." I look towards the entrance that we crawled in, and I know that I need to check soon. If they are still there, my best bet is to pop up down the beach and lead them away from Nick. However, I don't say any of this. Instead I just rub my fingers up and down his arm.
What I don't say is that my brother, Indigo, was the person to show me this place. After he died, I came here, and I found that someone or maybe more than just one, had left a small memorial to him. I always wondered who it was, but it's never something I'd consider actually looking for an answer to. Tears begin to prick up in the corners of my eyes, but I shake my head to shake them away. This isn't something that I want to think about right now.
His touch makes my body relax immediately, and I feel safe the moment he pulls me closer. It's strange to think that I'm the one that is trying to care for him, and yet I seem to be the one being cared for. "That sounds good to me," I say gently as he pulls me under his blanket. Instinctively, my arms wrap around him; it feels right to lay that way. I feel him shivering, and I try to wrap myself around him in such a way that he will be the warmest but I won't be putting any amount of pressure on his wound.
Laying with Nick feels amazing. I feel like we are back on his ship with no cares or worries in the world which is a rather interesting feeling given our past few days. His breathing is soothing, and I hope that he is getting warm and isn't feeling too much pain. It's just wishful thinking to hope for him to have no pain. After all, he did just have surgery.
His question of what I want to do now stumps me because I'm not sure what to do. I can hear that the voices are gone, but that doesn't mean that they aren't lying in wait under the cave to see if we are there. Instead of answering his question at first, I address what he said after.
"I couldn't leave somebody I care about. I think that's why some people say I wouldn't last in the Games," I say. "You mean a lot to me Nick. I couldn't imagine just leaving you." He caresses me, and I let out a sigh of contentment. "As for what we do now, I think we should stay here for the night, but I also think I should see if the guards are anywhere near. Tomorrow we are going to have to move, and if the way to the adjoining cave is blocked, we'll have to figure something else out." I look towards the entrance that we crawled in, and I know that I need to check soon. If they are still there, my best bet is to pop up down the beach and lead them away from Nick. However, I don't say any of this. Instead I just rub my fingers up and down his arm.