CAP Out of action (Anatra, Marree?)
Jan 18, 2014 15:56:15 GMT -5
Post by * on Jan 18, 2014 15:56:15 GMT -5
I can't seem to express to him any more than just that simple kiss that I lightly place on his lips, to show that I've missed him that much. Even leaning over as it pulls on my abdomen, I'd rather have this feeling with him right now. Everything else seems to just fade away the moment he shows me that he wants this too. His hand that pulls around to the back of my head, making me keep the contact with his lips just a little bit longer. A little more longing that I was needing to be with him. It's funny that with both of our injuries is what it takes to make each of us realize this connection between us; at least for me. I don't want to lose him and I'm glad that I won't; not now. Even as badly wounded as he is, I'm just happy to be here with him. The next thing I see when I call him a winner, is this sudden spark in his eyes. The smile that follows with that spark instantly seems to make my heart soar to see the pleasure he sought out in that single word.
"Of course you would. I swear. You've done nothing but win since we started this little thing between us. Sparring and everything. Fighting to keep away from the coach, the dog... the water. You've got the determination to win. You always have. You will never give up, will you?" I questioned him, also thinking that he didn't give up on me, either. He didn't allow, what I did to him the other day, to drive him away.
Concerning my words on what I said about our losses versus wins, I will have to match him one day. The next two wins, I expect for me to come out on top. If I ever get to compete again, I will have to salvage my name and my reputation. For the present moment, I catch what he says suddenly, saying that I've done it to him before when I went up againt him. I nod. Not saying anything until he mentions what he said in our fight days ago. How he wanted to get matched up to me to fight me. Even though right now he regrets those words, I can't help but think about what would have happened between us, if we had of gotten matched together. He didn't take it easy on Tyren. Would have have done the same thing to me? Would I be the one that was almost to the point of death by his hands? Would I have been the one that would have been injured by a friend or at that point, not one? I let my gaze get lost in the images of what I saw, putting myself in Tyren's shoes during the fight. The blood. The deep wounds on his neck. They were more severe than the three I got. Definately more life defining.
"...If we get matched I promise I will hold back just as much as you did." The echo blares harshly in my ears and I find myself clinching my eyes shut for a moment. The memory of the hurtful thing he said. Now, it seems almost real to think that it would have been me. Now, of all times, he says he wouldn't have done that since we've pretty much made up, but two days ago? I doubt he would have done any different than he did to Tyren. Maybe the odds were in my favor that I got matched with Mark instead. An old friend that seemed to envoke Matthew's spirit and do the work for him instead. Matthews hands were clean. No guilt for him, but he promises to make him suffer for me.
"He just did what you would have." I let that be my only words. Not to keep the past going, but to state a fact. "Just... don't let him hurt you, please." I give him a worried glance before asking when he'd get out of here. His answer though is uncertainty. The nurses and doctors wants to give him some more time to heal and I can see why. I forced myself out of the hospital the next day despite being so sore and weak, but I'm glad I didn't have to leave Matthew by himself. It was worth it to be there for him. I couldn't let him go through that.
"I'm not that tough... never will be. Don't know where you're getting your information from or from whom, but your the tough guy here. Damn... I sure can pick'em." I get a reward for that statement when he pulls me over once again to kiss me. I keep the time between our lips for a while. I want nothing more than to just keep him safe and sound, but the next round is already hanging heavy on my thoughts. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know if I need to go talk to Mark. If I should play one over on him for Matthews sake. What do I do? I want to keep Matthew safe. I don't want Mark to win. There's so many things going through my mind. If Mark knows about me and Matthew, he may try to do worse or what if he completely gives up and throws in the game for Matthew and makes Matthew's win obsolete. What the hell do I do?
I get lost in my thoughts for a few moments. I barely hear Matthew state the last sentence about being hurt enough. The only thing I can think is You have no idea... there's so much more going on right now. I nod my head. His fingers begin running against my chin and under the bandaged area, near the tender area. My cheek throbs painfully, even today. I lean up and away from Matthew for a moment taking a deep breath, placing a hand to my abdomen. My eyes meeting with his. "You have come so far already, and if you decided to leave it right there... no one would blame you. I wouldn't think any less of you if you did. I just don't want you hurt anymore than you already are. Seeing you like this... I don't know if I can go through that again. The pregames was way more different than I expected. I knew what we were going to encounter. I knew the chances. I just didn't know that they would effect us like this."
Once again, he makes a statement about getting back at Mark that makes me shake my head. "I'd gladly take your place in the last fight if I could. I kinda want to get back at him myself. I don't know why, but he changed the moment we stepped out there. I was going to spar with him before, once. I thought he was my friend, or close to a friend. After what he did though, I know he isn't anymore... I don't think. What happened between me and Gala was an accident, but with Mark..." Confusion seems to set up in me now. Whether or not Mark is truely my friend or he was just pretending the whole time. My fingers graze over the gauze that covers the deep gash that he inflicted first off. The still fresh stitches that holds together a part of my self-confidence. I turn away from Matthew and look to the door. "... I need to know. I need to find out from him why he turned on me like that. If it was all a ploy in the first place. If he really even cared about me..."
"Of course you would. I swear. You've done nothing but win since we started this little thing between us. Sparring and everything. Fighting to keep away from the coach, the dog... the water. You've got the determination to win. You always have. You will never give up, will you?" I questioned him, also thinking that he didn't give up on me, either. He didn't allow, what I did to him the other day, to drive him away.
Concerning my words on what I said about our losses versus wins, I will have to match him one day. The next two wins, I expect for me to come out on top. If I ever get to compete again, I will have to salvage my name and my reputation. For the present moment, I catch what he says suddenly, saying that I've done it to him before when I went up againt him. I nod. Not saying anything until he mentions what he said in our fight days ago. How he wanted to get matched up to me to fight me. Even though right now he regrets those words, I can't help but think about what would have happened between us, if we had of gotten matched together. He didn't take it easy on Tyren. Would have have done the same thing to me? Would I be the one that was almost to the point of death by his hands? Would I have been the one that would have been injured by a friend or at that point, not one? I let my gaze get lost in the images of what I saw, putting myself in Tyren's shoes during the fight. The blood. The deep wounds on his neck. They were more severe than the three I got. Definately more life defining.
"...If we get matched I promise I will hold back just as much as you did." The echo blares harshly in my ears and I find myself clinching my eyes shut for a moment. The memory of the hurtful thing he said. Now, it seems almost real to think that it would have been me. Now, of all times, he says he wouldn't have done that since we've pretty much made up, but two days ago? I doubt he would have done any different than he did to Tyren. Maybe the odds were in my favor that I got matched with Mark instead. An old friend that seemed to envoke Matthew's spirit and do the work for him instead. Matthews hands were clean. No guilt for him, but he promises to make him suffer for me.
"He just did what you would have." I let that be my only words. Not to keep the past going, but to state a fact. "Just... don't let him hurt you, please." I give him a worried glance before asking when he'd get out of here. His answer though is uncertainty. The nurses and doctors wants to give him some more time to heal and I can see why. I forced myself out of the hospital the next day despite being so sore and weak, but I'm glad I didn't have to leave Matthew by himself. It was worth it to be there for him. I couldn't let him go through that.
"I'm not that tough... never will be. Don't know where you're getting your information from or from whom, but your the tough guy here. Damn... I sure can pick'em." I get a reward for that statement when he pulls me over once again to kiss me. I keep the time between our lips for a while. I want nothing more than to just keep him safe and sound, but the next round is already hanging heavy on my thoughts. I don't know what's going to happen. I don't know if I need to go talk to Mark. If I should play one over on him for Matthews sake. What do I do? I want to keep Matthew safe. I don't want Mark to win. There's so many things going through my mind. If Mark knows about me and Matthew, he may try to do worse or what if he completely gives up and throws in the game for Matthew and makes Matthew's win obsolete. What the hell do I do?
I get lost in my thoughts for a few moments. I barely hear Matthew state the last sentence about being hurt enough. The only thing I can think is You have no idea... there's so much more going on right now. I nod my head. His fingers begin running against my chin and under the bandaged area, near the tender area. My cheek throbs painfully, even today. I lean up and away from Matthew for a moment taking a deep breath, placing a hand to my abdomen. My eyes meeting with his. "You have come so far already, and if you decided to leave it right there... no one would blame you. I wouldn't think any less of you if you did. I just don't want you hurt anymore than you already are. Seeing you like this... I don't know if I can go through that again. The pregames was way more different than I expected. I knew what we were going to encounter. I knew the chances. I just didn't know that they would effect us like this."
Once again, he makes a statement about getting back at Mark that makes me shake my head. "I'd gladly take your place in the last fight if I could. I kinda want to get back at him myself. I don't know why, but he changed the moment we stepped out there. I was going to spar with him before, once. I thought he was my friend, or close to a friend. After what he did though, I know he isn't anymore... I don't think. What happened between me and Gala was an accident, but with Mark..." Confusion seems to set up in me now. Whether or not Mark is truely my friend or he was just pretending the whole time. My fingers graze over the gauze that covers the deep gash that he inflicted first off. The still fresh stitches that holds together a part of my self-confidence. I turn away from Matthew and look to the door. "... I need to know. I need to find out from him why he turned on me like that. If it was all a ploy in the first place. If he really even cared about me..."
