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Vanilla - Around the Campfire
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Timeframe : 1260
It was just the two of them again, a sad little fire before them, just enough to see, just enough to heat the needle.
“You can’t just go charging into things.” Ski pulled taut a stich and Lyssa, having long since given up on cursing her out, simply flinched and scowled. “You have got to realize Rune is no longer here to-” The wounded arm snapped from her grip, needle and thread flying with it, and Lyssa set smoldering eyes on her. “-to patch you up,” she finished quietly, as the campfire leapt with a roar and a flash.
“Right.” Lyssa settled back into place between Ski‘s legs, arm out, the tired glower resuming. “Wasn’t enough of a reminder when I rolled over this morning and found you next to me.”
Ski slid a hand back around her arm, and took up the needle in her fingers. “At least he’s still alive.”
Lyssa tensed, but did not pull away. “That’s what it always comes down to, isn’t it?” She snatched up the bottle at her feet and took a gulp as Ski returned to her work. “You’re just waiting for me to run off and leave you to find him, aren’t you?”
Ski paused, needle poised in the air, the metal rolling between her fingertips, her throat painfully tight. “If that is what you wish to do. I won’t detain-”
The fire swelled again, and Ski bit her lip and eyed the surrounding brush, wondering if it was about to catch. The flames died back as Lyssa raised the bottle, again, to her lips. “You need to realize,” she said, slowly, her gaze at Ski‘s middle instead of her eyes, “that I’m here because I want to be. Because you need me. I’ll find Rune later.” She took another gulp and grimaced at the arm and the needle hovering over it. “You about done with that?”
Ski swallowed hard and brought the needle back to her skin. “Very nearly,” she said.
Main Entry
Timeframe : 1260
It was just the two of them again, a sad little fire before them, just enough to see, just enough to heat the needle.
“You can’t just go charging into things.” Ski pulled taut a stich and Lyssa, having long since given up on cursing her out, simply flinched and scowled. “You have got to realize Rune is no longer here to-” The wounded arm snapped from her grip, needle and thread flying with it, and Lyssa set smoldering eyes on her. “-to patch you up,” she finished quietly, as the campfire leapt with a roar and a flash.
“Right.” Lyssa settled back into place between Ski‘s legs, arm out, the tired glower resuming. “Wasn’t enough of a reminder when I rolled over this morning and found you next to me.”
Ski slid a hand back around her arm, and took up the needle in her fingers. “At least he’s still alive.”
Lyssa tensed, but did not pull away. “That’s what it always comes down to, isn’t it?” She snatched up the bottle at her feet and took a gulp as Ski returned to her work. “You’re just waiting for me to run off and leave you to find him, aren’t you?”
Ski paused, needle poised in the air, the metal rolling between her fingertips, her throat painfully tight. “If that is what you wish to do. I won’t detain-”
The fire swelled again, and Ski bit her lip and eyed the surrounding brush, wondering if it was about to catch. The flames died back as Lyssa raised the bottle, again, to her lips. “You need to realize,” she said, slowly, her gaze at Ski‘s middle instead of her eyes, “that I’m here because I want to be. Because you need me. I’ll find Rune later.” She took another gulp and grimaced at the arm and the needle hovering over it. “You about done with that?”
Ski swallowed hard and brought the needle back to her skin. “Very nearly,” she said.