saving you / bitches day 2

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saving you / bitches day 2 Jun 26, 2020 19:55:37 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jun 26, 2020 19:55:37 GMT -5

"Are you okay?" I ask Helle when we've finally come to a stop, the things we've all collected along the way heavy in our bags. I scan my eyes over her entire body, caress her cheekbones with my eyes but refuse to actually let my hands linger there. I skim down her shoulder, quickly over her torso and down to her left leg when the hounds got her once, maybe twice, the teeth marks there beyond obvious. The easiest wound to spot though is the shallow cut on her shoulder, and instinctively, I step closer and pull her towards me so that I can see it closer.

Kiss it better, a voice says in the back of my head.

I ignore it, but shudder before I step away.

"We'll fix you right up," I say, cheat heaving slightly. The pain in my own leg is horrible, throbbing, and I know that I need to take care of it, but I look to my allies before I do so. "What about you, JJ?" I go on, eyes concerned as I look at the hand he's cradling, the one that lost a finger.

That pain must be—well, unimaginable.

I need something concrete to hold onto.

Maybe my allies will be enough.

✩ terra does first aid and collects goodies! ✩

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saving you / bitches day 2 Jun 26, 2020 20:48:30 GMT -5

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Post by hesper hart 🐺 d9f on Jun 26, 2020 20:48:30 GMT -5

Honestly, he was not okay. He'd only just decided that speaking wouldn't make the wound on his neck go from horrible to lethal, he was afraid of taking off his glove because there were parts of his finger that were in excruciating pain and, scarier still, pieces that he could not feel at all. He'd been ripped free of both his vambraces, he'd almost been a metallic monster's meal, and most importantly: he'd been a liability. He'd been the damsel who needed saving, the idiot who couldn't fend the terror off as well as the others, and that was not who he was. He was a Wolfram boy: they earned everything they got, cut no corners. Old fashioned hard labor and elbow grease, and the secret that was dangling in his throat to the point of making him feel nauseous was this: it might not have been enough.

He might not have been enough.

"I'm fine," he said, doing his best to wrap his neck in the bandages from his bag.

"That hound really had it out for you," Helle pushed. Maybe she hadn't meant to, or maybe she had. With Helle, one could never be too sure, "I can probably find something for that."

He smirked humorlessly.

"Thanks, but I'd rather not rub any more of your bodily fluids into my open wounds."

He wondered if it was the same as being blood brothers, now. He and his friends had deliberately cut their palms open- with a nail they found- and then shook hands once, and it was supposed to mean they were bonded for life. The thought was endearing, but the truth was that JJ had lost touch with all of them years ago. As crazy as it sounded, he didn't hate the idea of going out with at least one person whom he could actually say he felt close to, so in order to make up for the sharpness of his words, he said: "But if you wanted to help me see if there's any useful flora in the area, I wouldn't be opposed."

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saving you / bitches day 2 Jun 26, 2020 22:08:07 GMT -5

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Post by admin kay on Jun 26, 2020 22:08:07 GMT -5

"Are you okay?"

"Fi-" Helle begins to say, off-handedly, because nothing she's suffered today compares to the brutality of the Bloodbath. But as she's saying it, she looks up and catches Terra assessing her, Terra devouring her, Terra worrying about her. "-aaaantastic!" She finishes and puts her whole body into a wink that she hopes is reassuring.

"You got it as badly as I did. Your legs?" Helle's eyebrows draw together again. All the black clothing masks so very much. It's no wonder it's the devil's color.

The moment between them pops, light as a bubble, as she calls attention to JJ. A little bead of guilt settles into her stomach; she ought to care more about her district partner - someone from home. And she does care. It's more a matter of scale.

"That hound had it out for you. I can probably," she reaches around to paw through her satchel, "find something for that?"

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saving you / bitches day 2 Jun 27, 2020 0:58:10 GMT -5

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Post by gm bourgeois decadence [aya] on Jun 27, 2020 0:58:10 GMT -5

It's a ritual Will doesn't quite know how to take part in, the post-battle injury-tending. In part because it seems personal; he wouldn't want to be caught licking his wounds. Too vulnerable. He removes the cap from the vodka that he was gifted today — a reward for his efforts, a prompt to bring back Party Will from yesterday's after-bloodbath festivities, an attempt to torpedo the Johnwayne's obvious combat skill to make it more sporting for the others, an offering of random chance — and takes a large swig.

He paces around the perimeter, cloak swapped out for the feathered wings that had come with his prize for guessing the riddle right, hand on the hilt of his sword. When he realizes he's got his chest puffed out like Bruce strutting around in his peacekeeper dress whites, Will spits and slouches like a reflexive rite to ward off evil. Fuck all of that.

Dropping the scouting act, he returns to his section of their camp and digs the notebook out of his bag. "Y'ever played Dueling Twelves before?" Will absently draws out a score grid, then retrieves his pouch of bone dice. "Ain't that hard to pick up. Y'just roll two and add 'em up. Snake eyes wins, boxcars loses, and if you get the same doubles as anyone else then you gotta duel or arm-wrestle. Loser drinks. And everyone drinks on sevens and elevens." He takes another swig from his bottle and shakes the dice bag. "It's barely even math. Promise."

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