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[takewing]

[Spark Continuations]

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Day 61, Post-Game

[takewing]

[So. After that ridiculously awful game, Spark had carted his unconscious vampire maybe-girlfriend off with him to the forest! Being away from the thick, pervasive scent of blood helped, but the bloodlust couldn't be sated by distance alone—nor could the hunger that sat of the root of it all.

FORTUNATELY FOR ALL INVOLVED Spark is more than capable; he won the fight—just—and took the opportunity to feed her safely, slicing open his own arm rather than trusting her fangs.]

[Ten minutes later, she's finally beginning to stir . . .]

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[unlocksmith]

[he's a bit roughed up, understandably so. . . he's a fighter, but so is she, and weakened or not she's a formidable opponent. the arm he sliced open has clotted and isn't bleeding so heavily anymore, though there's blood smeared across his skin and he isn't bothering to wrap or clean it up next]

[He sits next to her while he waits for her to stir, and when she does, he tilts his head and calls out her name]

Bluebird--?

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[takewing]

Nn . . . ?

[Blinks her eyes open, eyebrows furrowing . . . She licks her lips, and her frown deepens—and then it clicks. She sits bolt upright, eyes wide.]

You—!

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[unlocksmith]

[places a hand on her shoulder immediately]

-- whoa, whoa! You wanna make yourself sick? Take it easy.

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[takewing]

What were you thinking?!

[Grabs for that hand, fingers curling over his. She's trembling very, very slightly.]

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[unlocksmith]

I was thinkin' a whole lot more than your teammates were.

[he says, just a bit grouchily]

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[takewing]

And if you hadn't won that fight? There's nobody out here who could have helped you.

[I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU DAMNIT. ... though she has to admit, while being alone with her had been a bad idea, coming out to the forest was good. the clean air calms her, and there's only one pulse to listen to. She tightens her grip for a moment, before loosening it again.]

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[unlocksmith]

I wasn't gonna loser.

[confident, isn't he]

You were weakened. You weren't thinkin' straight.

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[takewing]

You should know better.

[Scowls at him, cheeks puffed out in irritation. (CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT THERE IS STILL BLOOD ON HER FACE that probably looks weird.)]

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[unlocksmith]

I do know better.

[. . . reaches out to wipe some blood from her cheek]

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[takewing]

Then act like it.

[TSUN TSUN TSUN. :T Closes her eyes at the touch.]

. . . Thank you, though. I think you saved my teammates' lives.

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[unlocksmith]

[. . . lets his hand linger for a moment, not pulling back]

Your teammates are reckless.

Swan would have let you bleed him dry.

Re: Day 61, Post-Game

[takewing]

It wouldn't have been his fault.

[It would have been mine. Bluebird usually isn't the type to feel torn up by guilt, but the bitter twist to her mouth says that she's feeling it now.]

Day 80, late evening

[takewing]

[Should a certain somebody happen to be wandering the forest this evening . . .]

[WHAT WAS THAT MYSTERIOUS SPLASHING SOUND.]

Re: Day 80, late evening

[unlocksmith]

[a certain somebody does, indeed, happen to be hunting this evening]

[his ears perk when the splashing sound reaches his ears, and he immediately heads towards it to investigate. cautiously, of course]

Re: Day 80, late evening

[takewing]

[It's not far. A few bends, a few twists, a turn … and the forest opens up into a riverside clearing.

Somebody has been busy: there's a little shelter perched in the thick branches of a willow tree, made of dry wood and lashed together securely with vines. Below it, towards the center of the small clearing, is a banked fire.

The river is rippling.]

Re: Day 80, late evening

[unlocksmith]

[well. . . this is new. does someone live out here? he proceeds with caution to the edge of the river]

Anyone home?

Re: Day 80, late evening

[takewing]

[. . .]

[a familiar head suddenly pops out of the water!]

Re: Day 80, late evening

[unlocksmith]

[blinks]

[then stares]

[he isn't aware of her hydrophobia yet]

What're you doin', Bluebird?

Re: Day 80, late evening

[takewing]

[STARES BACK]

S-Swimming. Or something like that.

[Hauls herself inelegantly out of the water, hands shaking. SHE . . . is not wearing anything, but she regularly forgoes clothing, so nbd.]

Re: Day 80, late evening

[unlocksmith]

[HE'S COOL ABOUT IT, this is casual nakedness, not sexy nakedness. he knows the difference. crouching down to help her out of the water, taking note of her shaking hands]

. . . you okay? Did you see somethin' down there that made ya nervous?

Re: Day 80, late evening

[takewing]

[Clinging a bit more tightly to his hands than she otherwise might! She relaxes significantly as soon as she's out of and away from the river, though the shivers don't abate entirely.]

. . . You, er. Don't know?

Re: Day 80, late evening

[unlocksmith]

. . . no.

Should I?

[glancing around the area for a towel or something to dry her off with]

Re: Day 80, late evening

[takewing]

[There's no towel! But he might spot her cloak folded up on a low-hanging branch nearby.]

[Bluebird pulls up a smile, thin and utterly false.]

Ah, well . . . water and I don't mix well.

[If he has any memories of being outside of Harri's tavern, he may remember that Osnova is -- unlike the rest of Pyxis -- very, very wet.]

Re: Day 80, late evening

[unlocksmith]

[tugs her cloak down and drapes t over her shoulders]

"Don't mix well." Is that an understatement?

[he doesn't, sadly. not yet, anyway]