I know the border lines we drew between us keep the weapons down, keep the wounded safe... [Closed]

Jun 06, 2009 23:38

A promise is a promise. And Rachel is the kind of woman who keeps her promises. So here she is, in the room where they're treating Adrian at the Kashtta.

He looks so peaceful as she steps up to his bedside. He's flat on his back and he's asleep--or he looks it--the covers pulled up to his shoulders. She can't bring herself to disturb him; she stands there, just watching, for a few long moments.

Eventually she steps a bit closer, murmuring something she read in a book nearly under her breath as her eyes take in every detail of Adrian's face.

Sana sana, culito de rana,
si no sanas hoy, sanaras mañana.


Rachel reaches down and smooths a bit of his hair up off his forehead, her fingertips just brushing over his skin, which feels hot to her touch. She has a moment of worry until she remembers the way his blood felt pouring onto her while she dragged him--hot and thick. Possibly this is normal.

She sighs, and draws her fingertips affectionatly across his cheek. Then her gaze lifts and she looks around for a chair, hoping to drag something over so she can sit with him.

rachel conway, adrian vela

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