The Storm [Complete]
Characters: Tira & Maxim [Closed]
Content: Stirring awake after having a horrific nightmare, Tira opts for a night out into town with her favorite Jäger companion to calm her nerves.
Setting: Trewe, Vohemar [4423]
Time: Past Midnight
Warnings: PG-13 [Barfight and beer]
Twisting and turning wildly as she slept, Tira’s violet eyes finally snapped open to stare up at the pale ceiling that hovered above her head. She laid there for a while as she tried to catch her breath, her faint pants easily heard through the silence that overtook the ship at night. A bead of sweat fell down from her brow as Tira rose slowly from the mattress causing a faint creak from the cot. She raked her fingers through her damp green mane, feeling the light perspiration within her hair.
“Fucking hell…” Tira grumbled as she felt an eerie chill roll down her bare spine, causing goosebumps to form all the way down her pale flesh. The girl rose out of bed in a languid movement, her legs feeling like jelly as she leaned over toward a nearby desk to grasp before she could fall to the floor. She was shaking as if she was freezing now despite how warm it was in the room she shared with the Jäger. There was this sense of illogical fear that grew within her soul now, fear for the horrid nightmare she just awoken from.
“Fuck…” Tira rested her head in her hands as her knees sagged to the floor. She sat there for a few moments, brushing away the peculiar tears that now rolled from her eyes and fought to chase the remnants of the eerie dream away.
“I need a drink!” She grumbled once she managed to calm herself down, standing up in one fluent motion before making her way toward the closet. Yanking out a few raggedy clothing out, Tira began to dress.
Content: Stirring awake after having a horrific nightmare, Tira opts for a night out into town with her favorite Jäger companion to calm her nerves.
Setting: Trewe, Vohemar [4423]
Time: Past Midnight
Warnings: PG-13 [Barfight and beer]
Twisting and turning wildly as she slept, Tira’s violet eyes finally snapped open to stare up at the pale ceiling that hovered above her head. She laid there for a while as she tried to catch her breath, her faint pants easily heard through the silence that overtook the ship at night. A bead of sweat fell down from her brow as Tira rose slowly from the mattress causing a faint creak from the cot. She raked her fingers through her damp green mane, feeling the light perspiration within her hair.
“Fucking hell…” Tira grumbled as she felt an eerie chill roll down her bare spine, causing goosebumps to form all the way down her pale flesh. The girl rose out of bed in a languid movement, her legs feeling like jelly as she leaned over toward a nearby desk to grasp before she could fall to the floor. She was shaking as if she was freezing now despite how warm it was in the room she shared with the Jäger. There was this sense of illogical fear that grew within her soul now, fear for the horrid nightmare she just awoken from.
“Fuck…” Tira rested her head in her hands as her knees sagged to the floor. She sat there for a few moments, brushing away the peculiar tears that now rolled from her eyes and fought to chase the remnants of the eerie dream away.
“I need a drink!” She grumbled once she managed to calm herself down, standing up in one fluent motion before making her way toward the closet. Yanking out a few raggedy clothing out, Tira began to dress.