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Fishing - [Risa; the Scotts]

Aug 14, 2009 16:37

Fishing on the sea shore was virtually impossible for any number of reasons; the biggest being, of course, that they had several seriously pissed off dockhands who would probably have an eye out for them. But another reason was that it was too busy and bustling for any such thing, and therefore any attempt at fishing would have to be made ( Read more... )

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amplenacelles August 16 2009, 03:09:51 UTC

Scotty spun on his heel as the lad blew past him, pulling his shirt up over his head. He caught sight of the two just as Harold hit the water and stumbled, falling flat on his back. After a couple of seconds, he let his head loll to the side and spied the fishbirdthing. It was still frowning, though from here it looked like a bracket ( ... )

allmhadadh August 16 2009, 04:24:32 UTC

Jesus, there was something really wrong here. He didn't even think twice about the kiss; Harold was way, way too lifeless, that was the priority. And a glance showed the other Scotty looking kind of... green. Actually everything looked kind of green. But he kept a solid grip on Harold, holding him above water. "Harold! C'mon, man, breathe."

haroldlee August 16 2009, 04:28:23 UTC

He choked, eager to obey, his limbs still heavy but his mind aglow with some kind of lovecarefriend. "Mmm. Yessir." The words were ruined around the stream of water exiting his mouth.

Still, he smiled. Notthanking--thanking.

He couldn't grasp whether it had come from his mouth or his head. Maybe his heart. How-? Hmm.

allmhadadh August 16 2009, 04:32:16 UTC

"Keep breathin'." Half command, half plea; he kept an arm around Harold and sloughed them back to the rock, quickly trying to put together what to do through that very thick fog still floating around his brain. "C'n ye grab th' rock an' pull yerself up? I've gotta get my..." Not twin. For some reason, there was only one word that applied. "...brother."

haroldlee August 16 2009, 04:36:49 UTC

"Can try. Brother? Sweet--dude. Wonder if Risians thought 'Karu was my brother. Heee. Bench."

Harold grasped for the rock, trying to pour all the concentration he could muster into holding on.

He nodded, the fleeting desire to kiss Scotty's eyelids passing over his mind. Why'd he do that? Nice to me. Protect, be protected. Notthanking.

"Notthanking."

allmhadadh August 16 2009, 04:41:00 UTC

He didn't take much time to try to parse that out, head spinning, and turned to go and grab the other Scott. He hesitated a moment, looking very worriedly into a very fixed stare -- a pupils dilated, mostly unblinking stare -- then tried a light shake. There was one more blink, then the older Scott went limp, practically melting into the water.

Scotty barely had a chance to yelp, reaching out and managing to catch the man before he went under water, scrambling to hold him up and drag him back to shore.

haroldlee August 16 2009, 04:46:44 UTC

Scotty making that noise was bad. Scotty should make only good noises.

Harold shook his head, the grasp of his high loosening slightly.

He moved. Ahead. Steady. Stay in the air. Help.

allmhadadh August 16 2009, 04:49:54 UTC

He managed to drag the other Scotty up onto a mostly non-rocky part of the shore; not maybe enough to avoid some bruises. And he immediately checked for a pulse.

It was surprisingly steady and strong. No fluttering, not fast, no skipped beats. He was breathing fine, too. Just... very unresponsive.

Scotty picked his head up, kneeling next to the other Scott, calling to Harold. "Harold! Yer PADD, have ye got it?!"

haroldlee August 16 2009, 04:53:34 UTC

"Got two, man. Be my guest."

He was throwing it off. Enough to know what was happening, even if the trees were still turning tie-dyed.

And he knew what his mouth tasted like. Harold traced his own bottom lip, drawing it down and sliding a fingertip between his teeth. Ohgod.

"Fuck."

allmhadadh August 16 2009, 04:57:07 UTC

"C'mon, bring it!" He looked back down at the other Scott, biting his lip for a moment -- no more fishing trips. Ever. -- then sat on his heels and waited.

haroldlee August 16 2009, 05:01:32 UTC

"It's in the fucking bag!"

Ugh. He hadn't meant to yell-- emergency scared voice Scotty please no--

He sloshed ahead toward shore, unsteady but coming down.

His purple wrist bag sat lonely on the rocks, a thousand planets away.

allmhadadh August 16 2009, 05:03:32 UTC

He didn't snap back, though the inaction was bothering him quite a bit; after a moment, he stood swiftly (as well as he could waterlogged, but man, he's gotten some practice at that lately) and headed that way himself.

haroldlee August 16 2009, 05:07:58 UTC

It took millenia, but he stood over his little bag, staring for a moment.

Oh, right, fuck. HelpEmergency.

Bending as best he could manage with his whole body creaking, he whined unashamedly.

He held the bag out, eyes clenched shut. Harold's lips sang with pleasure even then, and he couldn't find it to look at Scotty.

allmhadadh August 16 2009, 05:11:14 UTC

"Thanks," was the quick reply, with the barest half-smile of gratitude as he pulled the PADD out, before he was headed back over to where he left the other Scott, tabbing through screens even as he walked.

The fish was immediately identifiable, and he quickly pulled up everything about it. It couldn't have been anything else that did this. It didn't yet occur to him to call EMS or anything, but he did want to see what had done that to them.

haroldlee August 16 2009, 05:15:51 UTC

Full circle. Harold hit the ground in a heap, sitting cross-legged on the same area of rock as he'd started.

He watched a moth-thing (should it have scales?) flit by and tugged on his bottom lip, flicking the back of his teeth with his tongue, willing the high to leave him.

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