CAREER ARENA PLOT Rematch (Marree)
Dec 13, 2013 9:07:39 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Dec 13, 2013 9:07:39 GMT -5
My movements have woken up Kyanite, who rolls over to give me a tired but friendly look. Apparently she's not mad...at least not right away. The morning after picture isn't quite as nice as the very first impression I got. Today she's pale, dirt and blood smeared and most of all her vibrant ways seem gone.
She opens her mouth and instantly i tense up because I'nm worried she might be asking me about 'us', if there's such a thing. I really don't have an answer to it.
Her intention to get home as soon as possible sounds very good to me. I really don't feel like dealing with the aftermath of what happened right now.
Thank goodness she doesn't bring it up with one word. Maybe that's the way she wants it. That would be just fine with me.
"Yeah, we should get going. I actually have to work today." the thought alone makes me want to crawl right back under the covers that I've just pushed off my still naked torso. Only now do I realize the amount of dried wolf blood on my chest. "Darn, I look like cave man." Not a bad look. Pretty bad ass actually.
"How are you this morning?" Kyanite asks so I briefly give her a shrug and a smile.
"Bout the same as you I'd say."
I can suck up the pain. Always have been good at that.
Sucking up the fact that i might have screwed myself out of a victory in the pregames is harder to deal with.
"We've been pretty stupid." I comment in regards to all the injuries we've managed to acquire over the course of a day.
"It'll all heal though." I can only hope that's true. It might not be according to the doctor but that remains to be seen.
For a second I touch her forehead and grimace.
"be careful with that."
Then I set my bare feet on the cold floor and stand up...oh joy. That feels nice! My poor axx.
As if I was walking on eggs I make my way to the small bathroom. Finally a bit of privacy. Why do I get the feeling now that I need to split as soon as I can?
After relieving myself of the beer I had last night I take a look in the mirror to briefly clean the worst off. How have I gotten myself into this situation? How come I let myself slip for her? I don't do that...not usually?
My reflection simply stares back at me as if to say. 'your own damn fault.'
I stare back at the mirror, then turn away and return to the girl with a half-fake smile.
"My uncle should be home now. He can give us a lift."
A minute later I find an old plaid shirt that's been sitting on a side board and push open the glass door of the guest house. Icy wind greets me that smell a lot like snow.
Without waiting fro Ky I step out of the door. Time to go.
She opens her mouth and instantly i tense up because I'nm worried she might be asking me about 'us', if there's such a thing. I really don't have an answer to it.
Her intention to get home as soon as possible sounds very good to me. I really don't feel like dealing with the aftermath of what happened right now.
Thank goodness she doesn't bring it up with one word. Maybe that's the way she wants it. That would be just fine with me.
"Yeah, we should get going. I actually have to work today." the thought alone makes me want to crawl right back under the covers that I've just pushed off my still naked torso. Only now do I realize the amount of dried wolf blood on my chest. "Darn, I look like cave man." Not a bad look. Pretty bad ass actually.
"How are you this morning?" Kyanite asks so I briefly give her a shrug and a smile.
"Bout the same as you I'd say."
I can suck up the pain. Always have been good at that.
Sucking up the fact that i might have screwed myself out of a victory in the pregames is harder to deal with.
"We've been pretty stupid." I comment in regards to all the injuries we've managed to acquire over the course of a day.
"It'll all heal though." I can only hope that's true. It might not be according to the doctor but that remains to be seen.
For a second I touch her forehead and grimace.
"be careful with that."
Then I set my bare feet on the cold floor and stand up...oh joy. That feels nice! My poor axx.
As if I was walking on eggs I make my way to the small bathroom. Finally a bit of privacy. Why do I get the feeling now that I need to split as soon as I can?
After relieving myself of the beer I had last night I take a look in the mirror to briefly clean the worst off. How have I gotten myself into this situation? How come I let myself slip for her? I don't do that...not usually?
My reflection simply stares back at me as if to say. 'your own damn fault.'
I stare back at the mirror, then turn away and return to the girl with a half-fake smile.
"My uncle should be home now. He can give us a lift."
A minute later I find an old plaid shirt that's been sitting on a side board and push open the glass door of the guest house. Icy wind greets me that smell a lot like snow.
Without waiting fro Ky I step out of the door. Time to go.
