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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 15, 2009 15:16:15 GMT -8
Ceara quickly pulled her hands away from around his waist as he yelp and twisted away from her touch, obviously in pain. She grimaced herself in empathy, glad that he couldn't see it. "Sorry!" She said quickly, feeling bad about causing him pain, more then he was already in. She was surprised he didn't do something like call her an idiot for not having realized his ribs were hurt, but she wasn't complaining. She'd just be happy if she made it through the ride back to the castle (as that was where she imagined he would bring them) without throttling him. Who knows, maybe he wouldn't feel the need to talk now that he was injured, and that would be fine with her. Probably, anyways. Long silences did make her a little uncomfortable, but still.
She grabbed onto his shoulders gently at first, to make sure that he wouldn't suddenly cry out and tell her that they were injured as well. Her grip tightened on his shoulders when he sent Dogstar into a trot, and then loosened as he slowed the horse to a walk. She felt bad for him, and she kept a close eye on him, to make sure he didn't suddenly pass out or fall out of the saddle. Of course, she didn't like him at all, Peregrine was a jerk...he would deserve to fall out of the saddle. Lucky for him, though, she had no wish to see him get trampled to death, so she wouldn't allow him to fall out.
"You already told me that," She said as he told her his name was Peregrine Alexander. "And of course you won't faint, that would be showing weakness...impossible for the great prince of Saor." She said, though it lacked her usual mocking tone, because she was worried about him. "Hush up now, don't speak if it causes you this much pain." She said, her tone slightly more gentle. Of course, just because she spoke more gently to him didn't mean that she didn't hate him. It just meant that she understood how much pain he was in, and she felt bad for him._________________________________________ Words: 383 Mood: Not bad Notes: Nada [/size]
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Post by Peregrine Alexander on Oct 22, 2009 16:11:45 GMT -8
x x i walk the borderline that divides me somewhere in my mind
“I did. No’.” He insisted, each breath he drew drenched in pain. His words came sharply now, formed from the sharp, gasping breaths he drew. He had been through similar pain before, where it hurt to breath, but nothing quite like this. This…this was hellish. This was worse than hellish. This hurt every single particle in his body and he hated it. He felt like his entire torso was on fire and he hated it. He hate how it felt to be out of the fight, weak, unless, almost helpless as he sat there in the saddle, not even able to stand the pain of riding his horse home at a trot. It was rather pathetic, he supposed, sitting there, so helplessly. No! He could take the pain, if she wanted to goad him for it and as deeply as he resented her next words, she was right. He would not show weakness.
He was a leader, even though he was still young and one day he knew he was going to be the leader of his kingdom, the King of Saor. He had led armies into battle, he had led people out of the darkness of defeat and turned it into the bright light of victory. He knew that leaders could be weak, could be afraid, could be in pain, but he also knew that they couldn’t show it. He knew that no one could know that he was afraid for his life and the lives of others as he charged into battle. There was nothing wrong with being a afraid, with being weak, with being in pain, but he just wasn’t at liberty to show it.
Ah, the ugly, yellowing and rotting underbelly to being crown prince of a warrior and warring nation.
“Don’ tell me wha’ I hafta do.” He gasped, each word sending another jolt of pain through his middle section. Dogstar was the smoother of his two horses to ride, but that didn’t mean the steps of the spooky horse didn’t go unnoticed by the newly-sensitized prince. But he set his jaw and held his head high even through it.
The rain, which had let up for awhile, decided to revisit them and Peregrine, despite the pain, put Dogstar into a brief trot before making him move at a canter. The gait was not as smooth as the walk, but at least it wasn’t as jolting as a fast sitting trot. And so, with mud sloshing about his hooves, Vollo made his way to the castle and Peregrine halted his mount before the draw bridge.
“I’ll see yo’ ‘bout tha’ swor’ in da mornin’.” He managed, speaking without looking at her.
my shadow is the only one that walks beside me my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
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word count: 441 listening to: wherever you will go by the calling lyrics credit: boulevard of broken dreams by greenday mood: pretty good notes: none
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Post by Ceara Mindelan on Oct 29, 2009 15:43:28 GMT -8
"Whatever." Ceara said dismissively to Peregrine's first words before falling silent, instead listening to his rough, gasping breaths. She frowned in concern, though she didn't say or do anything. She was no healer, there was nothing she could do for him, because all she really knew how to do was bind up a wound, and Peregrine didn't need anything like that. So instead she settled for knowing that if he passed out, she would be able to grab him before he fell off and either gave himself a concussion or got trampled by his own horse. She kept her hands on his shoulders, as he was the only thing she had to hold on to. She was sure both he and herself would be more comfortable if she wasn't being forced to touch him, but he was the one who had offered to give her a ride, and she wasn't about to turn it down when her ankle hurt this much. She knew her pain didn't compare to his, but she was still much happier not having to walk very far on it.
"Fine, talk all you want, knock yourself out, since that what's going to happen if you insist on being a stubborn cow." She snapped, rolling her eyes at him. Finally he came to a stop outside the castle, and she let go of his shoulders, putting her uninjured foot in the stirrup and swinging her other one back over before lowering herself to the ground, putting her injured foot slowly on the ground and as gently as she could, though she still winced and gasped when she placed all her weight on it. Finally, once she was down, she favored her (right? *forgot which foot was uninjured*) foot, putting next to no weight on her injured one. She nodded to Peregrine, "Alright...thanks." She said before turning away and starting on her journey back home, forcing herself not to limp in case he should glance at her._________________________________________ Words: 346 Mood: Content Notes: End of post? [/size]
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