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Post by Damian Wright on Mar 12, 2018 7:23:56 GMT
ready as i'll ever be Damian noticed how long it took Kayah to respond. He noticed the way that she averted her gaze at his words. He even noticed the way that she rubbed her wrists, and the way that her words were forced when she spoke to him again. Her smile was tight at the edges, and while she met his eyes, he could swear that there was something else hiding behind hers- nothing sinister...but there was a shadow there nonetheless.
He didn't know what it meant- not yet. But he noticed. He had a feeling that all of it was more important than he realized. Now wasn't the time to ask, though.
He was getting lightheaded again, somehow swaying even though he was sitting down. Or maybe it was just that he was dizzy. He shut his eyes for a moment, just to clear his head. Her words didn't ease his worries that much, really, but he trusted her enough to believe that her when she said that the shed wasn't really in use. He didn't have much of a choice, anyway.
"Okay," he said after a bit of silence, opening his eyes, hardened with resolve. Keeping one hand on the tree nearby, he prepared to move. He clenched his teeth, trying to steel himself against the inevitable pain, and he stood up. He kept most of his weight on the left leg (something that would become habit, in time) and the rest he kept on the tree. He had to bite back a gasp of pain when he accidentally jostled his right leg, and when he tried to close his left wing as much as possible. He was too afraid to look down and see how bad the damage really was.
He didn't want Kayah to see how much pain he was in if he could help it. She'd seen enough, he didn't want to worry her more than he already had. He let out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding through his teeth, still keeping a portion of his weight on the tree since he was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold it on his own. "Let's go."
tags: kayah the knight?
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notes: damian YOU CAN ASK FOR HELP SOMETIMES GOOD GOD ugH this boy. yes he doesnt want to worry kayah any more than he already has but AT WHAT COST, DAMIAN. at. what. cost. |
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Post by Kayah Hart on May 12, 2018 18:35:18 GMT
Kayah Hart There was again a moment's silence as the the two, human and therian, gathered their thoughts. Kayah saw Damian sway again, and she pressed her lips together with a fearful look on her face. If he passed out, if his breathing or his heart stopped, there would be little chance for his survival.
Kayah took a concerned step forward as Damian began struggling to his feet. She wasn't sure if he saw her or if he simply wasn't aware of her wary proximity, but in either case he seemed determined to stand on his own. Again Kayah found herself swallowing a swell of emotion; he was so focused on hiding how truly hurt he was in an effort to protect her and put on a strong front, he must not have realized how exponentially more broken Kayah would be if he died.
Though Damian had found some remaining strength to struggle to his feet, Kayah wouldn't let him walk all the way back without help. If he did pass out, or if he was unable to move forward, she would have to go all the way back to find a makeshift sled to drag him back. Her breath nearly failed her as she imagined returning to find him slumped against a tree, nestled in the snow, dead.
Kayah moved closer to stand on Damian's left side, gingerly snaking her arm around in an attempt to let her friend use her as a sort of crutch. She looked up at him, ready to protest if he refused her help.
258//dyingdami//You can go ahead and powerplay me a little and/or time jump to seeing the shed if you need.
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Post by Damian Wright on May 13, 2018 20:32:21 GMT
take all the courage you
have left As soon as Damian had managed to stand up, he'd quickly realized that walking without any sort of assistance was going to be an impossible task. He wanted to be able to walk on his own, of course- he'd rather avoid scaring Kayah too badly by showing how much pain he was in, and it felt strange to rely on her for help just to walk -but realistically speaking, he knew trying would only make matters infinitely worse. He had little pride to begin with, but he swallowed the rest of it for the time being.
It seemed Kayah had already planned to help him, though, which at the very least, saved him the embarrassment of having to ask. He flinched away from her touch at first, on instinct- the last kind touch he had recieved had quickly turned cruel -but forced himself to relax as much as he could.
Kayah was not going to hurt him. Kayah was trying to help. That shouldn't have been so hard to remember.
Damian tried to lean on her as little as possible, not wanting to let her know how much difficulty he was having, much less crush her under his weight. He didn't weigh as much as he should have, no- his odd bone structure made sure of that -but nonetheless, he didnt want to risk being too much of a burden on Kayah. He was already being enough of a burden.
They walked slowly, but eventually Damian caught sight of the shed Kayah spoke of up ahead of them. Good timing, too- Damian wasn't sure how much farther he'd be able to go. He breathed out a sigh of relief and let Kayah lead him to the shed. tags: kayah the strong like damn good job holding up damian
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notes: damian can u stop and relax for like five seconds pLS |
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Post by Kayah Hart on May 19, 2018 2:24:31 GMT
Kayah Hart Kayah noticed when he flinched. Again she could barely keep herself from breaking down then and there. All that he had been through, she didn't know, she didn't want to know; yet she wanted him to be able to talk to her so that maybe she could help.
She, too, was relieved to see the shed no far off. Kayah liked to think she was helping - and she was, to a degree - though she admittedly was struggling to carry her share of Damian's weight. She wouldn't let herself complain, though.
When they finally reached the shed, Kayah led Damian to the wall and slipped her arm out from behind him so that he could lean against the wall.
"The key is around the back," she told him, trying to reassure the therian that she wasn't going to abandon him, "I'll be just a moment." Then with a quick smile, she darted around the corner and scurried to the back of the shed.
There, a small box had been propped only a foot or so away from the wall, and Kayah carefully stepped onto it. Then, with fingers numb from the cold, she felt along the inside until she found the cold metal of the key.
Finally, Kayah returned with the key and, after fumbling with the lock for a moment, managed to shove the door open. Hastily Kayah cleared a path through the junk, then cleared off an old wooden bench at the back wall. Hurrying back to Damian's side, Kayah tried to help him the last of the way to the bench.
263/determineddami/no kidding!
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Post by Damian Wright on May 28, 2018 3:07:46 GMT
take all the courage you have left When Kayah left Damian alone by the wall of the shed, it took more willpower than he liked to admit for him not to reach out to her. He bit his lip as he watched her leave, swallowing the desperate words that tried to escape his throat. She enslipped out of his line of sight, and Damian had to remind himself to breathe. He leaned his head against the wall of the shed, and shut his eyes, trying to focus on anything other than counting the seconds she was gone.
Each second was too long. Each second made Damian wonder whether or not she was coming back. She would, though. Right? She had to. She wouldn't leave him. She wouldn't. She couldn't.
And she didn't. She came back only an angonizing minute later. She came back this time. But what if there was a time she didn't?
Damian pushed the thought away, but he could feel it lingering at the back of his mind anyway.
Kayah cleared a path for him, and the two of them stumbled gracelessly towards the bench at the back wall. As soon as he sat clumsily, he leaned against the wall, his body sagging with relief, weak from exhaustion and cold. He winced as he stretched his bad leg out, but he knew that would be better than keeping it bent. Hopefully it was just popped or something like that- not that it was great, but it would be a bit less permanant than a broken leg. His wing, though, seemed like another story. He folded the right neatly behind him to keep it out of the way, but he couldn't move the left very well at all.
His head was still throbbing, and everywhere ached, but all that was at least slightly less concerning than his wing and leg.
"Okay," he said, more breathlessly than he had intended. "What now?" tags: kayah the sweet, kayah who would never leave you, damian, kayah who will always be your friend, kayah who you will end up leaving and kayah who you'll never stop thinking about
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Post by Kayah Hart on Jun 14, 2018 6:21:03 GMT
Kayah Hart Breathlessly, more tired from the trek than she'd like to admit, Kayah flopped onto the bench beside Damian. She was careful to give the therian as much space between them as she could in case her proximity would prevent Damian from relaxing.
Kayah let her head roll back and her eyes closed as she allowed herself a moment to catch her breath. It was then that everything that was happening hit her.
What was she doing!? She knew the kind of trouble she could get in if her parents found out about this. And even if they didn't - even if they never found out and Damian recuperated - then what? He couldn't come back to school, she doubted he could or would stay here. He'd have to leave the city, maybe the state or even the whole country. She didn't know much about the HBES, only their name and title objective, but she had a feeling they'd use every resource to find him if they knew he was alive.
Kayah gulped instinctively. She knew what she was doing was mindlessly dangerous. She knew exactly how serious the situation was. In that moment, sitting there in the dusty old shed with Damian beside her, she felt something change. That last bit of innocence she had retained over the years, the tiny fragment of childhood bliss and ignorance, it faded away in that moment. Things would never go back to the way they were.
"Okay, what now?"
Kayah opened her eyes and turned to look at him. Instantly, she knew she didn't care about any of that crap.
It took Kayah a moment to snap out of her daze. When she did, she pinched her lips together in a frown. That was a good question: What now? She didn't have much medical background, only standard first aid, but it wasn't like she could go to anyone for help.
She glanced over Damian, trying her best to appear collected and like she didn't feel completely terrified of what could happen if she didn't figure this out.
Blood. Right. All the blood. Kayah swallowed again. Her eyes followed the stains on Damian's shirt up to his shoulder, where she presumed the most attention-demanding injury was.
"I need something to stop the bleeding," Kayah said after a while, mostly to herself as her eyes flitted about the room. There were a few rags scattered around, but even she knew the risk of using dirty bandages.
Eyeing Damian only briefly, Kayah pulled her sweater over her head, thankful she had a camisole underneath. Perching on the edge of the bench, Kayah gingerly reached out, intending to press the wadded-up garment against Damian's apparent stab wound. Then, gently, she reached for one of Damian's hands and attempted to guide his hand up to hold the cloth in place.
"I need to go back to my house. I need a first aid kit, supplies." She blinked up at him, again fearful he might flee thinking she was running to the phone to dial the HBES. "Okay?"
513//ourachingsouls//OOF!!
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