Heh. Heheheh. Heh. Heeeeh! Naturally rolled a 13. Ikidyounot.scots_fuzzNovember 17 2011, 07:14:35 UTC
There's water. There's tugging and pulling of legs and arms, a little manhandling of clothing items. Not exactly one of the most gentle ways to regain consciousness, is it, Rose?
"Oh come on, wake up, wake up, love." There's a few gentle pats to her cheek, then a fist rubbing not-quite-gently against her chest, "Can ye hear me, Rose? Wake up." then the rubbing stops and is replaced by an ear. Listening for a heartbeat. Breath. Anything showing signs of life.
"Bloody hell. C'mon Rose, I'd rather be doin' this while you're conscious." He positions her head properly and takes his own breath. Then there is lip contact.
You would~ Buwaha I love it.huffpuffblondeNovember 17 2011, 07:19:48 UTC
It's... weird, drowning. The way sunlight reflects off of pool water? That's a bit what it feels like. You're floating and your chest aches and everything's bright and wavy and painful and cold.
And then it all comes rushing out. Quite literally, the water rushes out of her mouth and she jerks to the side, gagging and coughing and spluttering, air racing into her lungs in a sudden and painful woosh.
Her brain doesn't clear up as easily, struggling through the fog of oxygen deprivation and unconsciousness, trying to remember where she was and what the hell was going on, but it was a bit hard to focus on anything apart from breathing.
Liam is relieved when Rose's body comes to life, coughing and sputtering and just generally moving, but he's still worried for her. He rushes to steady her where she's lying, both hands helping to keep her on her side, to make sure she gets as much of the water out as she can without choking on it again.
"That's it, Rose. Get it all out. Breathe, love. You c'n do it." He's not sure how much he's encouraging Rose and how much he's reassuring himself that she wouldn't be leaving him anytime soon. He just knows she's alive and breathing in front of him. And he's glad of the fact.
Her hands are braced against the ground, fingertips curling with the effort of her gagging, until eventually there isn't anything left. She's breathing so loud, it's practically vocal, shaking through her throat as she catches her wind. It's a long minute before she finally steadies herself, unsteadily looking up at him.
She looks a bit pathetic, really, wide-eyed and lips parted, like a rabbit in the headlights. It's a bit scary. More than a bit scary. Did she almost--? Did he just...? She lurched forward, and wrapped her arms around his middle.
Waiting for her to recover seemed like the longest minutes he'd ever experienced. There was little he could have done while Rose's body did all the work of righting itself, the hard-wired survival mechanism kicking in. Her body remembering that humans breathe air, not water, and trying to get it out.
When she finally lurched forward and hugged him, Liam couldn't help but hug her back, wrapping his arms at her shoulders and stroking her damp head, "You're all right, love. I've got you. You're gonnie be okay."
She's not really sure if she's hugging him to thank him, or because she's freaked out, or what, exactly, just that she really wanted to hug him. And also stay alive. That second part was largely his fault.
She couldn't believe she'd nearly drown. She couldn't believe he knew CPR. She couldn't believe how bloody cold it was. From now on, she was staying at least a mile away from any docks after the beginning of September.
She tugged back. "You saved my life. Do they just... teach you how to be amazing and wonderful and style your hair and do CPR in copper training, or is it all just bloody inherent?"
Liam couldn't claim anything extraordinary in what he'd done, he'd only done what he'd been trained to do. Only in training he hadn't ended up soaked in freezing cold Thames water trying to recover and resuscitate the victim.
"I dunno where ye'd get such an idear," he holds her tight and rubs her back, continuing to hug her, "Those hair maintenance courses are grueling." He gave the joke a little smile, "I was just following my training." Though there might be something to the inherent comment, considering the face he shared with Rose's past.
"What were ye doin' goin' f'r a swim this time of year anyway? I didnae peg you for an autumn swimmer."
She relaxed into the hug, a combination of the comfort and the warmth - even though he was soaking wet himself - and took a moment to calm herself down. She gave him a shaky half-hearted laugh. "Hair maintenance. All wasted now, with your foray into the Thames."
She shivvered, glancing over her shoulder to look at the water. "I'm not an autumn swimmer. I was standing there, looking out into the water, and it felt like someone pushed me. I dunno, maybe I'm just going mad, maybe it's the oxygen deprivation."
"I dunno, but..." She shook her head and turned back to him, then pressed her lips against his cheek. "You are just... brilliant. I'm so glad I spilled coffee all over you."
Liam chuckled at her comment. "Well they do encourage us to change up our styles every once in a while, what d'ye think of the wetted down look?" He smiled and pointed at his drenched hair, fringe plastered to his forehead, hair only spiking up in a small patch at the crown of his head.
At her shiver, Liam moved to rubbing Rose's arms and back to warm her up. "Did ye see anyone beforehand? I didnae see anyone running off when I arrived. I saw ye waiting from far off, naeb'dy around, then turned the corner and you were gone." In the water. Drowning.
When she kissed his cheek, he blushed a bit, "Och I dunno abou' brilliant, but I'm glad I could be obstacle course practice for your texting Olympics." And with that, he gave Rose a full-on proper hug and kissed her forehead.
"Now what d'ye say we em, go get warmed up and change ou' of these wet rags?"
"Dunno, I'm not in a fit state to make proper judgement calls about style changes. Try the wetted down look when I've not just been thrust into the Thames and it might go over a bit better." She hugged him back tightly, leaned into the fore head kiss, and then moved to shove herself to her feet.
"I didn't seen anybody. I wasn't really paying attention, I just thought the water looked lovely, and the next thing I know, I was in it. I can swim, it was... just so cold, I didn't..." She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her middle. "Anyway, you'll be pleased to know I've given up texting as a sport. It got me a date, I don't see the point in milking it for a medal. My flat or your flat?"
"Tha's fair," And with that he ruffled out his hair with a hand as he got up. Way to go a little too far with that joke, Liam. Your hair's just fine as is.
"Medals are overrated anyway, not worth the effort outside 'f school awards, I think." Liam stooped to grab the suit jacket he'd discarded before diving in the water after her, arranging it over her shoulders for warmth, "My flat's closer, plus I think you'll have better luck borrowing my clothes than I would with yours." And he hooked an arm around her waist as they walked.
She tugged the jacket around her, keeping her arms in rather than shoving them through the sleeves. She buttoned the front with shivering fingers, and leaned into him a bit as they went.
"Walking around your flat in one of your button-ups. Now there's an image." Quite a good image, as a matter of fact. "Sorry I made you get all..."
She gave her hair a ruffle not unlike the one he gave himself.
Ufh. Dinner and 3-hour-long phone calls. And Ima kill my computer. Excuses excuses....scots_fuzzNovember 19 2011, 08:02:13 UTC
It was an image Liam certainly wouldn't mind as well, so he chuckled. At her apology, he squeezed her shoulder, "It's a'right, it's nothing I cannae fix with a good shower and a proper toweling off." And gravity.
The walk to his flat took very little time, which was a godsend in the rapidly chilling weather. Liam dug his keys out of a jacket pocket (the one that was still wrapped around Rose, of course) and unlocked the door, letting Rose in first.
"D'ye want to take a shower or have ye had enough of water to just want a towel t'dry off?" He was betting on the former, because who in their right mind wouldn't want to take a nice warming shower after getting drenched in freezing water and walking several blocks in chilly weather?
You've suffered enough, I think, with the three hour long phonecalls~huffpuffblondeNovember 19 2011, 08:19:41 UTC
It might have been a short walk, but it certainly was a cold one. By the time they got to his apartment, she was thanking the gods of central heating.
"A shower would be gorgeous," She sighed, unfastening his coat and stringing a hand through her hair. She tossed the coat on his coat rack. "D'you want to go first? You did sort of drag me out of a river and save my life. I think you can have first round."
OH THANK GOD, YES. BFF from HS I talk to every few months, hadn't talked since my birfday in Oct.scots_fuzzNovember 19 2011, 09:23:04 UTC
"It's a'right, you go first, I wouldnae want to plunge ye back into chills 'cos I took a minute too long in th' shower. 'Sides, you were in the Thames a wee bit longer than I was."
He moved down the hall to the linens shelf opposite the bathroom door, pulled out an obscenely large, fluffy brown towel and washcloth (though there was a dark blue pouf in the shower), and set them on the bathroom counter before popping his head out.
"There's soap, shampoo an' body wash, but I'm afraid it's a wee on the manly side." Nothing too overwhelming, just clean, the man was somewhat of a minimalist when it came to scents.
I see I see~ huffpuffblondeNovember 19 2011, 10:02:19 UTC
"Me and the Thames got to know each other really well," she agreed with a small nod. "Gotta say, I'm not really a fan."
She slid into the bathroom, taking it in and examining his manly-man hygiene products with a tiny smirk. Every bit as bachelor as the rest of his place.
"No worries, you're just going to have to deal with me smelling like Irish Spring for a bit, but I think I'll live. You're sure you don't wanna go first?"
"Oh come on, wake up, wake up, love." There's a few gentle pats to her cheek, then a fist rubbing not-quite-gently against her chest, "Can ye hear me, Rose? Wake up." then the rubbing stops and is replaced by an ear. Listening for a heartbeat. Breath. Anything showing signs of life.
"Bloody hell. C'mon Rose, I'd rather be doin' this while you're conscious." He positions her head properly and takes his own breath. Then there is lip contact.
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And then it all comes rushing out. Quite literally, the water rushes out of her mouth and she jerks to the side, gagging and coughing and spluttering, air racing into her lungs in a sudden and painful woosh.
Her brain doesn't clear up as easily, struggling through the fog of oxygen deprivation and unconsciousness, trying to remember where she was and what the hell was going on, but it was a bit hard to focus on anything apart from breathing.
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"That's it, Rose. Get it all out. Breathe, love. You c'n do it." He's not sure how much he's encouraging Rose and how much he's reassuring himself that she wouldn't be leaving him anytime soon. He just knows she's alive and breathing in front of him. And he's glad of the fact.
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She looks a bit pathetic, really, wide-eyed and lips parted, like a rabbit in the headlights. It's a bit scary. More than a bit scary. Did she almost--? Did he just...? She lurched forward, and wrapped her arms around his middle.
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When she finally lurched forward and hugged him, Liam couldn't help but hug her back, wrapping his arms at her shoulders and stroking her damp head, "You're all right, love. I've got you. You're gonnie be okay."
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She couldn't believe she'd nearly drown. She couldn't believe he knew CPR. She couldn't believe how bloody cold it was. From now on, she was staying at least a mile away from any docks after the beginning of September.
She tugged back. "You saved my life. Do they just... teach you how to be amazing and wonderful and style your hair and do CPR in copper training, or is it all just bloody inherent?"
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"I dunno where ye'd get such an idear," he holds her tight and rubs her back, continuing to hug her, "Those hair maintenance courses are grueling." He gave the joke a little smile, "I was just following my training." Though there might be something to the inherent comment, considering the face he shared with Rose's past.
"What were ye doin' goin' f'r a swim this time of year anyway? I didnae peg you for an autumn swimmer."
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She shivvered, glancing over her shoulder to look at the water. "I'm not an autumn swimmer. I was standing there, looking out into the water, and it felt like someone pushed me. I dunno, maybe I'm just going mad, maybe it's the oxygen deprivation."
"I dunno, but..." She shook her head and turned back to him, then pressed her lips against his cheek. "You are just... brilliant. I'm so glad I spilled coffee all over you."
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At her shiver, Liam moved to rubbing Rose's arms and back to warm her up. "Did ye see anyone beforehand? I didnae see anyone running off when I arrived. I saw ye waiting from far off, naeb'dy around, then turned the corner and you were gone." In the water. Drowning.
When she kissed his cheek, he blushed a bit, "Och I dunno abou' brilliant, but I'm glad I could be obstacle course practice for your texting Olympics." And with that, he gave Rose a full-on proper hug and kissed her forehead.
"Now what d'ye say we em, go get warmed up and change ou' of these wet rags?"
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"I didn't seen anybody. I wasn't really paying attention, I just thought the water looked lovely, and the next thing I know, I was in it. I can swim, it was... just so cold, I didn't..." She shook her head, wrapping her arms around her middle. "Anyway, you'll be pleased to know I've given up texting as a sport. It got me a date, I don't see the point in milking it for a medal. My flat or your flat?"
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"Medals are overrated anyway, not worth the effort outside 'f school awards, I think." Liam stooped to grab the suit jacket he'd discarded before diving in the water after her, arranging it over her shoulders for warmth, "My flat's closer, plus I think you'll have better luck borrowing my clothes than I would with yours." And he hooked an arm around her waist as they walked.
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"Walking around your flat in one of your button-ups. Now there's an image." Quite a good image, as a matter of fact. "Sorry I made you get all..."
She gave her hair a ruffle not unlike the one he gave himself.
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The walk to his flat took very little time, which was a godsend in the rapidly chilling weather. Liam dug his keys out of a jacket pocket (the one that was still wrapped around Rose, of course) and unlocked the door, letting Rose in first.
"D'ye want to take a shower or have ye had enough of water to just want a towel t'dry off?" He was betting on the former, because who in their right mind wouldn't want to take a nice warming shower after getting drenched in freezing water and walking several blocks in chilly weather?
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"A shower would be gorgeous," She sighed, unfastening his coat and stringing a hand through her hair. She tossed the coat on his coat rack. "D'you want to go first? You did sort of drag me out of a river and save my life. I think you can have first round."
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He moved down the hall to the linens shelf opposite the bathroom door, pulled out an obscenely large, fluffy brown towel and washcloth (though there was a dark blue pouf in the shower), and set them on the bathroom counter before popping his head out.
"There's soap, shampoo an' body wash, but I'm afraid it's a wee on the manly side." Nothing too overwhelming, just clean, the man was somewhat of a minimalist when it came to scents.
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She slid into the bathroom, taking it in and examining his manly-man hygiene products with a tiny smirk. Every bit as bachelor as the rest of his place.
"No worries, you're just going to have to deal with me smelling like Irish Spring for a bit, but I think I'll live. You're sure you don't wanna go first?"
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