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snowblindrpg2016-06-21 09:15 pm
jumpthegun) wrote in snowblindrpg2016-06-21 09:15 pm
[log] Holding Close to You [closed]
Characters: Watson and Alfie
Location Building 125
Date: Day 130 (morning)
Summary: Watson and Alfie wake up together after a very long and very difficult ordeal. Neither of them are terribly happy with the other.
Warnings: Brief mentions of the Holocaust.
Passing out suddenly is getting very, very old of late. It's especially getting old when there is a familiar ache in his chest. They'd lost a soldier. Another man had given his life to protect John and everyone else. He hadn't seen what happened to Haurchefant, but the fact that the monster had been so delayed... the elf had saved them all.
He takes a shaky breath when he wakes and there's a warm body next to his own in the dark. In fact, he's clinging to it at the moment, probably some sort of reflexive need for touch and reassurance in his sleep in spite of what horrible conditions might exist. His clothes seem to be dry, so that's either some thanks due to the Admin or he's just dried off overnight. Overnight... here! The basement. Then that means-
"Solomons?" He lets go of what he assumes to be Alfie and hurriedly backs off. John fumbles for his keys and the mini-torch there. His other hand goes instinctively to his fruit knife. Fool me once, Alfie Solomons.
Location Building 125
Date: Day 130 (morning)
Summary: Watson and Alfie wake up together after a very long and very difficult ordeal. Neither of them are terribly happy with the other.
Warnings: Brief mentions of the Holocaust.
Passing out suddenly is getting very, very old of late. It's especially getting old when there is a familiar ache in his chest. They'd lost a soldier. Another man had given his life to protect John and everyone else. He hadn't seen what happened to Haurchefant, but the fact that the monster had been so delayed... the elf had saved them all.
He takes a shaky breath when he wakes and there's a warm body next to his own in the dark. In fact, he's clinging to it at the moment, probably some sort of reflexive need for touch and reassurance in his sleep in spite of what horrible conditions might exist. His clothes seem to be dry, so that's either some thanks due to the Admin or he's just dried off overnight. Overnight... here! The basement. Then that means-
"Solomons?" He lets go of what he assumes to be Alfie and hurriedly backs off. John fumbles for his keys and the mini-torch there. His other hand goes instinctively to his fruit knife. Fool me once, Alfie Solomons.
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With that, unless Alfie stops him, John will square his shoulders and head for the door. He pauses with his hand on the door, though, holding it open. "You could be a better man if you tried to be, y'know? I can see it there. Guess we've got more pressing matters, though." Return quip or not, he'll leave Alfie with that.
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