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heyfreemagic2015-09-02 10:19 am
exuviiated) wrote in heyfreemagic2015-09-02 10:19 am
My Past Reads Like A Fall Out Boy Song Title [OPEN]
[The fields have ears.]
[Of corn, that is, but it's trampled and a mess by the time anyone might come across it-- this is Aaron's fault. He's been pacing for a solid hour as the wound on his side slowly clots.]
[He knows that he should put something over it; pressure, a cloth, even his hand, but he can't. His hands are shaking and his head hurts and all he can think of is Riddler.]
[Or, rather, what Riddler did to him. And vice versa.]
[By the time he's worked off enough nervous energy to stop pacing around, he's not alone anymore. A shallow well of shadow forms almost unconsciously behind him (they could be one of Lux's, now that people must know that he has stronger magic) and he turns towards where he thinks his visitor is.
Who's there?
[Of corn, that is, but it's trampled and a mess by the time anyone might come across it-- this is Aaron's fault. He's been pacing for a solid hour as the wound on his side slowly clots.]
[He knows that he should put something over it; pressure, a cloth, even his hand, but he can't. His hands are shaking and his head hurts and all he can think of is Riddler.]
[Or, rather, what Riddler did to him. And vice versa.]
[By the time he's worked off enough nervous energy to stop pacing around, he's not alone anymore. A shallow well of shadow forms almost unconsciously behind him (they could be one of Lux's, now that people must know that he has stronger magic) and he turns towards where he thinks his visitor is.
Who's there?
aaron: is a big baby
Ow! Ow, stop!
[At his feet, the shadows quiver violently before calming back down. Aaron, however, seems to be even more tightly wound.]
powerful shadow warrior
[He pulls back, hands raised. He takes a second to peer at the shadows, just to make sure they aren't about to start bubbling up at him, before focusing on Aaron.]
Take a breather, drink some water, whatever. There's no rush.
So scary, right??
He takes a minute to stop looking like he's in pain, and by then a clammy sweat's broken out across his arms and stomach in response to it all. He steals a look at Greg, hoping that he's not too disappointed in the outburst.]
I think-- I think I'm okay now.
protect our city from this monster.
When Aaron's finally calmed himself down, Greg just gives a little nod, and a weak smile.]
Alright. Let's try again. It'll be over quick, I promise.
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Not very, in the moment.]
Okay. I'm going to be fine-- just do it fast.
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[He's quick, but probably not as quick as Aaron would like, and maybe used a little more than necessary. He really doesn't want you getting infected, okay?
The point is, it gets done. The worst is over, presumably, aside from the other parts.]
yeah, greg, the park's nice
[The whole time, he was gritting his teeth and staring at the wall of the barn, so maybe the thanks wasn't as heartfelt as he meant it to be.
And then, his voice gets smaller.]
You may not want to stick around here. I've heard the park's nice--?
sure seems like a nice dating spot
Yeah, all right.
[He dusted off his pants, and gave Aaron a weary smile.]
You hang on to that stuff for a bit. I'm gonna want it back eventually, though, 'kay?
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[He smiled back, and leaned back in the bench as far as his side allowed.]
I'll be here, probably.
[And, hopefully, fine.]