[Thread] Run away, run away...
Characters: Relena Darlian (OU) and Quatre Raberba Winner (OU)
Where: near the park
When: shortly after this and this
Summary: Relena's just been bitten by Harth and Quatre goes to find her.
Warnings: Post-vampire bite?
Relena didn't know where she was running to. Her room? Perhaps. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't go to Heero with any of her problems, that she'd find some other way to solve them--this was not an exception to that promise, she decided. She didn't need the Perfect Solider to mend the wound on her neck, after all. He wasn't a doctor. She probably should have been running towards the clinic, but the moment the vampire had released her and told her to take care of her wound (whether he was serious or simply messing with her further, she didn't know), she'd been on her feet--running blindly without looking back in the direction opposite that bench.
Her knees gave way near the park as her adrenaline rush faded away and sank to the ground, hand still clamped to her neck as she tried to catch her breath and dispel the lightheaded feeling coming over her. She pressed her free hand to her face, willing the tears not to come--but apparently, she'd been too late in that. She was already crying. She imagined she'd started crying at some point during her run...or maybe when she'd been bitten, and had been too aware of other things to notice.
How weak and pathetic she must look right now. She was so foolish--coming out alone at this hour, mingling with strangers? She should have known better.
Where: near the park
When: shortly after this and this
Summary: Relena's just been bitten by Harth and Quatre goes to find her.
Warnings: Post-vampire bite?
Relena didn't know where she was running to. Her room? Perhaps. She'd promised herself that she wouldn't go to Heero with any of her problems, that she'd find some other way to solve them--this was not an exception to that promise, she decided. She didn't need the Perfect Solider to mend the wound on her neck, after all. He wasn't a doctor. She probably should have been running towards the clinic, but the moment the vampire had released her and told her to take care of her wound (whether he was serious or simply messing with her further, she didn't know), she'd been on her feet--running blindly without looking back in the direction opposite that bench.
Her knees gave way near the park as her adrenaline rush faded away and sank to the ground, hand still clamped to her neck as she tried to catch her breath and dispel the lightheaded feeling coming over her. She pressed her free hand to her face, willing the tears not to come--but apparently, she'd been too late in that. She was already crying. She imagined she'd started crying at some point during her run...or maybe when she'd been bitten, and had been too aware of other things to notice.
How weak and pathetic she must look right now. She was so foolish--coming out alone at this hour, mingling with strangers? She should have known better.