Post by Wren on Apr 30, 2021 22:15:15 GMT 10
“GODDESS NO, STAY WITH ME VAL,” Marehi shrieks as she lowers Valerian to soft Verge grass.
“It’s alright, Marihoney,” whispers Valerian, smiling weakly, “I’ll die as I lived, happy in your arms.”
“No. You’re not going ANYWHERE,” Marehi cries, as she rips off her bloodied, spiked pauldron and starts to apply her heal kits to Valerian’s cracked and bloody chest.
“Don’t waste time with that,” says Val breathily. “I need you to kiss me goodbuh-- Oooooh the pain,” Valerian gasps as Marehi begins to apply pressure to their chest. “...Don’t ...stop...”
“Ok, a cracked rib,” Marehi pants tremulously, cataloguing the damage. She keeps one hand pressing down on the bleeding on Val's upper chest, and uses the other for probing. “What about here?” She asks, pressing a little higher on their chest.
“Yes, there,” huffs Val, “but also, a little higher.”
“There too, but also to the left, ...keep going, ... stop, that’s it.”
“Val… that’s your nipple.”
Val tries to say something, eyes fluttering closed, but all that comes out is a raspy gurgle.
“What?” Says Marehi, bending closer to hear them. Again, she has no luck, so she bends further still. With sudden speed, Val leans up and plants a kiss on her lips, before lying back, looking satisfied with themself.
Her panicking rudely interrupted thus, Marehi freezes for a moment, disbelieving. With a sigh, she squeezes her eyes tight shut, and smiles, almost laughing. If her hands weren’t bloody, she’d probably have pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Vulerian Steele, yer wee shet,” she mutters in an undertone, dropping her long-practiced city accent for a moment as she loses all her remaining composure. After a moment, she opens her eyes and places her hands along Valerian’s chest, so as to hold the cracked ribs to about the place they should be. Then she folds down to plant a kiss on Val’s forehead, summoning a full Cassanite heal through her love for her chaotic sunbeam.
“Happy?” She asks, sitting back up. “Would you rate us as a five-star performance?”
“Always do,” says Valerian, winking. “And you definitely needed a distraction." Valerian props themself up onto their elbows, trying to plaster hair out of their eyes so they can connect with Marehi sincerely for a moment. "And – maybe – you needed to live some of that fear eating your sleeping hours, and also survive it. Was I wrong?” Marehi huffs, and rolls her eyes away from Val's, uncomfortable. But after a moment of reflection, she looks back, giving a grimacing nod of acknowledgement. The dreadful possibility of losing her own partners had been haunting her, and now, it did indeed seem less powerful. I swear to Cassanna, if you're a mind reader, I will never let you hear the end of it, she thinks to herself.
“But performing like this is thirsty work. Carry me to some refreshment?” Val adds, grinning and stretching gloriously, like a Cheshire cat.
Smiling and shaking her head, Marehi bundles up her pack and her picnic basket onto her shoulders, and then begins to bridal carry Valerian back towards their place.
“What as all that about?” One confused bystander asks another.
“Priestess was looking right haggard when she walked into town, and then Valerian snuck up on her and spooked her. But when she saw who it was, she hugged Val as tight as she could. Seems like with all that's happened, she needed the hug a little too much and forgot her own strength. And the fact she was wearing a spiked pauldron.”
“It’s alright, Marihoney,” whispers Valerian, smiling weakly, “I’ll die as I lived, happy in your arms.”
“No. You’re not going ANYWHERE,” Marehi cries, as she rips off her bloodied, spiked pauldron and starts to apply her heal kits to Valerian’s cracked and bloody chest.
“Don’t waste time with that,” says Val breathily. “I need you to kiss me goodbuh-- Oooooh the pain,” Valerian gasps as Marehi begins to apply pressure to their chest. “...Don’t ...stop...”
“Ok, a cracked rib,” Marehi pants tremulously, cataloguing the damage. She keeps one hand pressing down on the bleeding on Val's upper chest, and uses the other for probing. “What about here?” She asks, pressing a little higher on their chest.
“Yes, there,” huffs Val, “but also, a little higher.”
“Here?”
“There too, but also to the left, ...keep going, ... stop, that’s it.”
“Val… that’s your nipple.”
Val tries to say something, eyes fluttering closed, but all that comes out is a raspy gurgle.
“What?” Says Marehi, bending closer to hear them. Again, she has no luck, so she bends further still. With sudden speed, Val leans up and plants a kiss on her lips, before lying back, looking satisfied with themself.
Her panicking rudely interrupted thus, Marehi freezes for a moment, disbelieving. With a sigh, she squeezes her eyes tight shut, and smiles, almost laughing. If her hands weren’t bloody, she’d probably have pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Vulerian Steele, yer wee shet,” she mutters in an undertone, dropping her long-practiced city accent for a moment as she loses all her remaining composure. After a moment, she opens her eyes and places her hands along Valerian’s chest, so as to hold the cracked ribs to about the place they should be. Then she folds down to plant a kiss on Val’s forehead, summoning a full Cassanite heal through her love for her chaotic sunbeam.
“Happy?” She asks, sitting back up. “Would you rate us as a five-star performance?”
“Always do,” says Valerian, winking. “And you definitely needed a distraction." Valerian props themself up onto their elbows, trying to plaster hair out of their eyes so they can connect with Marehi sincerely for a moment. "And – maybe – you needed to live some of that fear eating your sleeping hours, and also survive it. Was I wrong?” Marehi huffs, and rolls her eyes away from Val's, uncomfortable. But after a moment of reflection, she looks back, giving a grimacing nod of acknowledgement. The dreadful possibility of losing her own partners had been haunting her, and now, it did indeed seem less powerful. I swear to Cassanna, if you're a mind reader, I will never let you hear the end of it, she thinks to herself.
“But performing like this is thirsty work. Carry me to some refreshment?” Val adds, grinning and stretching gloriously, like a Cheshire cat.
Smiling and shaking her head, Marehi bundles up her pack and her picnic basket onto her shoulders, and then begins to bridal carry Valerian back towards their place.
“What as all that about?” One confused bystander asks another.
“Priestess was looking right haggard when she walked into town, and then Valerian snuck up on her and spooked her. But when she saw who it was, she hugged Val as tight as she could. Seems like with all that's happened, she needed the hug a little too much and forgot her own strength. And the fact she was wearing a spiked pauldron.”
“Oops.”