OMG_Maou: Alford - Greater Love hath No Man.. - PG-13aramuinMarch 4 2007, 02:25:08 UTC
It was stupid, but he hadn't expected it to hurt so much.
Alford staggered a little as he pushed himself away from the tree and white-hot pain stabbed through his chest. His breath was a tortured rasp and the world threatens to slide right out from under him.
There was...was a kid. There...was
He stumbles and the resulting flash of pain makes his spine snap straight and his chest contracts sharply. He grabs a branch as it slips past and the bark slips through bloodslick fingers. It takes too long to gather up the strength to reach for it again.
He pulls himself up again but this time, his breath doesn't rasp in his chest; it gurgles.
Chest wound. Dammit!
He's nearly there. The kid was right...there. The rocks and the trees; right where the path turned right. The world started to get slippery and blurred around the edges. He could see the shadows stretching out towards him, bleeding into the sunlight and it still hurts as he forces himself to take that next step.
There's a blur of colur - wrong-bright-THERE - and he sees a pale
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KKM: Adelbert/Julia, Conrad: The brave man with a sword, the coward with a Kiss - PG13aramuinMarch 5 2007, 04:04:16 UTC
He will think himself a fool for this one day.
Conrad Weller, the Maou's not-quite-legitimate son and half-breed Court scapegoat, has nothing to tie him to life when they meet. He has grown in the shadows of Court, barred from society by the endless gossip of a scandal that had been old since before he was born. He has one elder brother who loves him (he's nearly sure) but is just barely grown to manhood and hides his affection in gruffness. He has one younger brother who adores him and fights his battles fiercely in the Court that he belongs in
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I'm sorry! This was the strongest tribble I got for it and it just struck me as more appropriate than having Old!Rad forgetting things.
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Alford staggered a little as he pushed himself away from the tree and white-hot pain stabbed through his chest. His breath was a tortured rasp and the world threatens to slide right out from under him.
There was...was a kid. There...was
He stumbles and the resulting flash of pain makes his spine snap straight and his chest contracts sharply. He grabs a branch as it slips past and the bark slips through bloodslick fingers. It takes too long to gather up the strength to reach for it again.
He pulls himself up again but this time, his breath doesn't rasp in his chest; it gurgles.
Chest wound. Dammit!
He's nearly there. The kid was right...there. The rocks and the trees; right where the path turned right. The world started to get slippery and blurred around the edges. He could see the shadows stretching out towards him, bleeding into the sunlight and it still hurts as he forces himself to take that next step.
There's a blur of colur - wrong-bright-THERE - and he sees a pale ( ... )
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ooooh bugger.
This should be fun. ^^;;;
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Conrad Weller, the Maou's not-quite-legitimate son and half-breed Court scapegoat, has nothing to tie him to life when they meet. He has grown in the shadows of Court, barred from society by the endless gossip of a scandal that had been old since before he was born. He has one elder brother who loves him (he's nearly sure) but is just barely grown to manhood and hides his affection in gruffness. He has one younger brother who adores him and fights his battles fiercely in the Court that he belongs in ( ... )
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*cuddles and gives tissues*
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