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tushanshu_logs2016-04-03 04:10 am
amberdrake) wrote in tushanshu_logs2016-04-03 04:10 am
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it may take two to tango, but boy, it's just one to let go
Characters: Amberdrake and Sanzo
Date: April 3rd
Location: Random Countryside
Situation: Just a couple new guys dropping in! (No, really.)
Warnings/Rating: Cursing, medical gore, angst. Someone gon' get stabbed.
One moment, Amberdrake was sitting comfortably on the roof of the old dojo in Baedal, gazing up at the stars. The side of his head rested against a bony shoulder; the occasional smoke crossed the night sky. There was tea in a mug between his hands, and a shared blanket around both himself and his companion.
The silence was comfortable; warm.
He was content.
Everyone had those dreams where they were falling, didn't they? And they'd jerk their legs as they woke, only to find themselves not falling. It was quite the strange little thing, shared across worlds and races. And here it happened to Drake, too, only when he jerked awake (when had he dozed off? It had been easy enough to do...), he was falling.
Well, landing. It hadn't been too far a drop from that old dojo roof's height to ground height. He landed with an alarmed noise as all the air was knocked straight out of his chest. The kestra'chern stared, dazed, up at a daylight sky. What had happened? This wasn't the old dojo...
Dread settled in his gut. He couldn't sense... where was...
Amberdrake sat up, slow and sluggish, one hand going to his forehead. Minor concussion? No, the ground was soft enough, he thought, and the fall short enough…
Where is he?
Date: April 3rd
Location: Random Countryside
Situation: Just a couple new guys dropping in! (No, really.)
Warnings/Rating: Cursing, medical gore, angst. Someone gon' get stabbed.
One moment, Amberdrake was sitting comfortably on the roof of the old dojo in Baedal, gazing up at the stars. The side of his head rested against a bony shoulder; the occasional smoke crossed the night sky. There was tea in a mug between his hands, and a shared blanket around both himself and his companion.
The silence was comfortable; warm.
He was content.
Everyone had those dreams where they were falling, didn't they? And they'd jerk their legs as they woke, only to find themselves not falling. It was quite the strange little thing, shared across worlds and races. And here it happened to Drake, too, only when he jerked awake (when had he dozed off? It had been easy enough to do...), he was falling.
Well, landing. It hadn't been too far a drop from that old dojo roof's height to ground height. He landed with an alarmed noise as all the air was knocked straight out of his chest. The kestra'chern stared, dazed, up at a daylight sky. What had happened? This wasn't the old dojo...
Dread settled in his gut. He couldn't sense... where was...
Amberdrake sat up, slow and sluggish, one hand going to his forehead. Minor concussion? No, the ground was soft enough, he thought, and the fall short enough…
Where is he?