( a slow exhale of breath, something like resignation settling over his expression. he'd anticipated this. between the shock and the circumstances of their meeting, there was a low to non-existent chance of her responding favorably to anything he said.
even so he'd hoped to be proven wrong.)
Where will you go? ( screwing the cap back onto the flask as she tries to put distance between them. she hasn't made it very far, dragging herself through the sand like an injured beast. )
If not with me? Who will have you after they hear what became of your people? Of the danger you bring with you?
[ it is nothing she had not already considered. still, hearing the words aloud makes them real. they sink deeper into the meat of her thoughts. her fingers curl around sand. the grains stick under her nails.
she tries to make words — i don't need anyone. i won't go anywhere. and an older mantra, one the jarl had been right to disbelieve: i'm not dangerous i'm not — but the world is spinning. the pain in her shoulder is too much. she retches, but only water and bile comes up. it sticks between her lips and the dark patch of sand she's made wet with her upheaval. she retches again, dry.
and then, perhaps anticlimactically, she collapses right there on top of her own vomit. she's too wounded to get further. too tired. ]
eventually she works her way through whatever episode she's experiencing, exhaustion collapsing her like a house of cards. then he waits a few seconds longer, counting out heartbeats, before moving toward her. gathers her in his arms like a child, head tucked against his neck.
finding shelter's going to be a challenge, but there's bound to be somewhere adequate to hole up for a few hours. at least until the transport arrives. vague memories prick at him — caves, there were caves not far from here. with a soft curse beneath his breath, he begins moving in the rough direction of them. )
[ the best shelter in the wilds are the kuruko clan's tents. but that's not where she wakes up when she comes to again. it's a cave — judging by the smell, it probably belonged to a wild lynx at some point, but the lack of fresh carcasses suggests it must have moved on.
this time, she's ready. it's dark out as she surveys the cave for signs of him. her captor. she hasn't plucked a name out of his head yet, but that's never the first to come. memories. instincts. urges. never anything that would be useful. ]
( it's been several hours, long enough to ensure that she's been stabilized — more or less, muscle work is not nerve work, after all, so while she won't bleed to death any time soon it'll be a while before that shoulder sees full use — and to attend to his own injuries, finally. predictably a ridge of angry scar tissue had already begun to form, set stubbornly enough that he has to debate the merits of removing it.
later, perhaps. once he's able to rest and replenish. a half-eaten ration bar isn't going to do much more than keep him going long enough to make it to morning. )
Asking works just as well as prying. ( his voice is perfectly level, calm in the face of her confusion. he wonders if she realizes she's reaching for him in the dark, like a child seeking the comforting touch of a parent. something grounding.
she'll find nothing but bristling static. his walls high and thick enough that she won't be penetrating them any time soon. that much, at least, he can muster. )
Though you should eat first. ( the other half of his ration bar is tossed in her direction. despite the darkness, his aim is sound. )
[ mavis catches the bar against her chest. turns it over in her hand. it doesn't look like food, but he'd claimed it was.
nothing if not practical, she bites into it like a starving animal. he wouldn't go to all this work to tend her wounds just to poison her, and judging by the sun's position, it's been almost two days since she last ate. that's assuming she'd only been out for hours, not over a day.
she eyes him warily. he's barely more than a shadow against the blanket of the night. ]
You're loud. ( simply put. he leaves his meaning open, allowing her to fill in the blanks because it serves him to do so. she's already decided he's a monster, omnipotence isn't that much of a stretch. )
How did you know of the attack? ( as he angles his head, watching her tear into the ration bar like it's the first real nourishment she's ever known.
it had slipped his mind in the beginning, brushed aside in favour of the immediate threat. now, though, he's curious. just what does she know? and how had she come by the knowledge. )
( that is an entirely reasonable answer. much too neat for his liking. it would take an extraordinary amount of bad luck. there's something about this girl, something that makes him want to press his fingers against her skin and peel and peel until he can find that beating heart of truth she's hiding. )
And you came running. ( a bite of amusement. what exactly did she think would come of that?
he withdraws from the thickest shadows, finally. he looks washed out and drawn, with bruises gathering beneath his eyes like rainclouds. he settles across from her, spine curled so that they can be close to eye level.
despite the lightness of his tone he's clearly been in better shape. )
And I came running. [ she sits up more. properly. her wounds are bad, but not worse than she's had in the past, and she's feeling clear-headed again now that she's had time to rest. somehow, he's the one who looks worse for wear now. she surveys him, gaze darting quickly. ] Unlucky for you.
( they're currently sitting at 0:2 in his favour. no reason for him to start worrying.
it's that confidence that has him reaching for her now, intent on checking over her injuries. the light in the cave is spartan at best and for all he's vaguely aware of her — a soft beat of life at the back of his skull — he can't get a proper gauge on her at this distance. )
[ go fuck yourself, she wants to say. it hits the tip of her tongue before she shuts her mouth. she can feel something prickling in her thoughts. a low hum. a growl.
the lynx. it followed the smell of kuruko blood. and she watches the kossian's body creak and wince as he shifts towards her.
this is her chance.
so she listens. leans in close. then punches hard in his shoulder, right near the joint, in the same spot where her own wounds were still sealing. reaching out after that psychically is instinct. like net fishing, gathering all she can to understand where she needs to run from, where the others are — it can't just be him — and how many and —
( the girl strikes at him, and it's more than just a physical blow. fingers digging into his mind. brutal, vicious.
she takes everything. his mind blown wide by the distraction — not that there's much to take. his lack of familiarity with this region shows. his disdain.
by the time she releases him, he's retching, gasping violently on the floor as his lungs refuse to push past the pain. )
there's a moment where she stands there over him, chest heaving, where she knows she could. but she doesn't. instead, she turns and runs. bolts for the mouth of the cave at a stagger, gets far enough out under the shelter of a mesquite for the lynx to bound towards her, its muzzle still covered in her blood.
she pulls herself up onto its back, grimacing as pain lances through her shoulder. there's no time to surrender to it. her familiarity with the region allows her to conclude which direction his help should be coming from, even if he doesn't know himself.
so she? she runs the opposite direction. she's not going anywhere. it doesn't matter. the wilds are hers. ]
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even so he'd hoped to be proven wrong.)
Where will you go? ( screwing the cap back onto the flask as she tries to put distance between them. she hasn't made it very far, dragging herself through the sand like an injured beast. )
If not with me? Who will have you after they hear what became of your people? Of the danger you bring with you?
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she tries to make words — i don't need anyone. i won't go anywhere. and an older mantra, one the jarl had been right to disbelieve: i'm not dangerous i'm not — but the world is spinning. the pain in her shoulder is too much. she retches, but only water and bile comes up. it sticks between her lips and the dark patch of sand she's made wet with her upheaval. she retches again, dry.
and then, perhaps anticlimactically, she collapses right there on top of her own vomit. she's too wounded to get further. too tired. ]
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eventually she works her way through whatever episode she's experiencing, exhaustion collapsing her like a house of cards. then he waits a few seconds longer, counting out heartbeats, before moving toward her. gathers her in his arms like a child, head tucked against his neck.
finding shelter's going to be a challenge, but there's bound to be somewhere adequate to hole up for a few hours. at least until the transport arrives. vague memories prick at him — caves, there were caves not far from here. with a soft curse beneath his breath, he begins moving in the rough direction of them. )
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this time, she's ready. it's dark out as she surveys the cave for signs of him. her captor. she hasn't plucked a name out of his head yet, but that's never the first to come. memories. instincts. urges. never anything that would be useful. ]
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later, perhaps. once he's able to rest and replenish. a half-eaten ration bar isn't going to do much more than keep him going long enough to make it to morning. )
Asking works just as well as prying. ( his voice is perfectly level, calm in the face of her confusion. he wonders if she realizes she's reaching for him in the dark, like a child seeking the comforting touch of a parent. something grounding.
she'll find nothing but bristling static. his walls high and thick enough that she won't be penetrating them any time soon. that much, at least, he can muster. )
Though you should eat first. ( the other half of his ration bar is tossed in her direction. despite the darkness, his aim is sound. )
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nothing if not practical, she bites into it like a starving animal. he wouldn't go to all this work to tend her wounds just to poison her, and judging by the sun's position, it's been almost two days since she last ate. that's assuming she'd only been out for hours, not over a day.
she eyes him warily. he's barely more than a shadow against the blanket of the night. ]
How are you doing that?
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How did you know of the attack? ( as he angles his head, watching her tear into the ration bar like it's the first real nourishment she's ever known.
it had slipped his mind in the beginning, brushed aside in favour of the immediate threat. now, though, he's curious. just what does she know? and how had she come by the knowledge. )
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[ the bar is already mostly gone. she stuffs the rest of it into her mouth at once, catches the crumbs in her palm. ]
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And you came running. ( a bite of amusement. what exactly did she think would come of that?
he withdraws from the thickest shadows, finally. he looks washed out and drawn, with bruises gathering beneath his eyes like rainclouds. he settles across from her, spine curled so that they can be close to eye level.
despite the lightness of his tone he's clearly been in better shape. )
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( they're currently sitting at 0:2 in his favour. no reason for him to start worrying.
it's that confidence that has him reaching for her now, intent on checking over her injuries. the light in the cave is spartan at best and for all he's vaguely aware of her — a soft beat of life at the back of his skull — he can't get a proper gauge on her at this distance. )
Come here.
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the lynx. it followed the smell of kuruko blood. and she watches the kossian's body creak and wince as he shifts towards her.
this is her chance.
so she listens. leans in close. then punches hard in his shoulder, right near the joint, in the same spot where her own wounds were still sealing. reaching out after that psychically is instinct. like net fishing, gathering all she can to understand where she needs to run from, where the others are — it can't just be him — and how many and —
and.
she scrambles to her feet. ]
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she takes everything. his mind blown wide by the distraction — not that there's much to take. his lack of familiarity with this region shows. his disdain.
by the time she releases him, he's retching, gasping violently on the floor as his lungs refuse to push past the pain. )
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there's a moment where she stands there over him, chest heaving, where she knows she could. but she doesn't. instead, she turns and runs. bolts for the mouth of the cave at a stagger, gets far enough out under the shelter of a mesquite for the lynx to bound towards her, its muzzle still covered in her blood.
she pulls herself up onto its back, grimacing as pain lances through her shoulder. there's no time to surrender to it. her familiarity with the region allows her to conclude which direction his help should be coming from, even if he doesn't know himself.
so she? she runs the opposite direction. she's not going anywhere. it doesn't matter. the wilds are hers. ]