More Injury Prompts Bc Reasons

more injury prompts bc reasons

INJURED

“  no— stop.  go on ahead.  i can take care of this myself.  ”

“  fuck.  i think something’s wrong.  ”

“  shit it hurts.  i can’t move.  ”

“  i don’t think i can keep going like this.  ”

“  is that my blood?  that’s my blood…  ”

“  if i tell you to leave me behind,  would you listen?  ”

“  well.  there goes my favorite shirt.  ”

“  it feels like i can’t breathe i—  ”

“  how bad is it— wait don’t tell me. i don’t think i wanna know.  ”

“  i can’t feel it.  ”

“  i don’t wanna sound like a wimp but this is really freakin’ me out.  ”

“  i’m scared.  please don’t…please don’t let me die.  ”

“  it’s okay.  think i can walk.  ” 

“  i’ll be okay but i’m gonna need to get this bandaged and fast.  ”

“  is this the part where i’m supposed to be heroic and say it’s just a scratch?  ”

“  i think i’m going into shock.  ”

“  i was just trying to be brave.  like you.  ”

BYSTANDER

“  please be okay,  please be okay. fuck!  ”

“  well this isn’t how i pictured i’d be sweeping you off your feet.  ”

“  i can’t get to it to stop bleeding— it won’t stop.  ”

“  okay,  i’m gonna keep some pressure on this and we’re gonna get you some help,  alright?  ”

“  no.  don’t move.  you need to stay still.  ”

“  i’m sorry—  i was gonna try to help but it happened so fast.  ”

“  please don’t die i really don’t need that kind to trauma right now.  ”

“  if it hurts,  good.  it means you’re still going.  now just hold on a little longer.  ”

“  no,  shit.  fuck okay.  we’re gonna fix you i promise.  ”

“  shit shit shit shit.  ”  

“  i dunno what i’m supposed to do— what do i do?!  ”

“  you’re going into shock,  alright?  i need you to just focus on my voice.  ”

“  no— don’t take the fucking knife out.  ”

“  fuck.  that’s a lot of blood.  ”

“  jesus christ i am not prepared for this.  ”

“  if you die for me i’m gonna be really fucking mad keep your eyes open.  ”

“  you shouldn’t have done that.  fuck.  ”

“  you did really good.  i’m proud of you. just relax now.  ”  

“  if you die it’ll be like my villain origin story so.  don’t die.  ”

ATTACKER

“  you bleed so pretty,  don’t you think?  ”

“  shit— shit i didn’t mean to…  ”

“  huh.  i thought it’d take more than that to bring you to your knees.  ”

“  this really isn’t personal,  you know.  ”

“  i could’ve made this quick and painless if you hadn’t tried to fight me.  ”

“  this didn’t have to happen.  ”

“  why did you get in the way?!  ”

“  oh fuck,  i’m sorry.  i’m so sorry!  ”

“  after all this time.  and it was so easy.  ”

“  if you want to live,  don’t follow me.  ”

“  next time,  i’ll go for the heart.  ”

“  i told you to stay out of my way.  ”

“  i know you’re probably about to go into shock so pay attention.  don’t take the knife out.  this won’t kill you if you stay down and let me go.  ”

“  are you really still trying to fight?  ”

“  stay down!  ”

“  shh-sh-sh just breathe.  it’ll all be over soon.  ”

“  i’m sorry.  i wish i didn’t have to do this.  ”

“  you brought this on yourself.  ”  

@rhysie — do you love him? i mean really love him?

the urge to antagonise him or to respond with sarcasm is beyond tempting. it's easily the stupidest question rhysand has ever asked her; and he's asked a few. instead nesta takes a deep breath in through her nostrils and holds it until she's almost light-headed.

she wants to tell him that she could ask the same of his feelings for her sister... but the answer made itself known to her a long while ago.

she wants to tell him 'NO', that this is all a game to her... but there's a good chance he'll believe her.

she tells him the truth... despite the fact that being transparent with the high lord of the night court makes her cringe.

"cassian is my mate, rhysand. that's still new to me, but my love for him isn't. whatever you may think of me, you of all people must know that your brother is somebody who is easy to love."

azriel takes his time to respond. from another it would infuriate her to wait on an answer about anything at all, yet she respects the careful way he crafts his words, making each one count. on this occassion his thoughtfulness certainly has an impact on her. it's evident in the slight shift in her posture, allowing her to lean in closer so that she can hang off of his every word; utterly enraptured by the minute shifts in his soulful gaze.

"the shadow singer likes to be surprised?" she murmurs as if to herself and tilts her head as she regards him. the curiosity in her movement is feline in nature. nesta had never particularly liked to be surprised, herself. often the surprises she faced were laced with very little happiness, and even when they were intended to be joyful she could find a way to discover discomfort. but this interaction of theirs was a rare revelation.

the eldest archeron had always harboured a natural curiosity where azriel was concerned (anybody would) but she had managed to keep it at bay - until now. until the AUDACITY she'd had when she'd pressed her lips to his for just a few brief moments had broken a barrier between them. she's aware that they're venturing into dangerous territory for a lot of reasons, but finding her way back to mere civility isn't anywhere near as alluring as he is when he tells her that she's given him what he wants.

nesta attempts to keep her expression neutral, but the way she sucks in a breath and the shift in her scent would be more than enough to betray her response to even the most mundane of males. it's too little too late when she forces herself to sit back in her seat and cross her legs the way a lady should, but it's her only defence from the urge to climb across the table and do something even more reckless.

the allure of those words, she already knew, would echo in her head for days to come and visit her in her dreams. she can't help but think that she could give him a lot more of his desires - if only he'd ask.

in the very depths of her mind she wonders if he's working some unknown magic on her. if he is, she welcomes it.

"what is it about surprises, azriel? do they give you a thrill?" the question could be innocent, if not for the way her tongue lingers on the final word. her mood from before is far from cured, but each moment of their flirtation is a blissful distraction from the misery they've been sharing.

HE HAS TO PRETEND, DOESN'T HE? she does not want a piece of him nor what he has to offer. at least that's the lie he's going to tell himself at the table, unable to look at any part of her but her hands. she has grown so much under the watchful care of the inner circle - oh, no, wait - perhaps just azriel and cassian themselves. the rest deems her too untouchable. if they only knew the demons that screeched at night for the shadowsinger, they may never touch him again either.

it must be what brings them together and keeps them held close. the darkness there, the lost. and the sheer loneliness of being a weapon. they were weapons, meant for destruction. azriel wanted to believe flowers would grow in his wake but it just .. wasn't. it would never be - beauty did not come from his ashes.

their underground tether was loose, unsure, and she just pulled it all the tighter.

azriel says nothing in those moments, listening but not reacting. does he ever? the silence pulses around him, shadows surrounding. hazel eyes flick up with her voice, scarred fingers playing with the fork in his hands. and what do you want, azriel?

what did he want? sometimes he felt so empty that anything would suffice. no one had asked him in years what he wanted. they all just assumed what would be best for him or that he didn't want at all. everyone assumed because he was so powerful that he couldn't be challenged or women had to fawn instead of fight him. azriel thrives on the challenge. " i want to be surprised. " azriel's low voice echoes out then, his eyes meeting her gray-blue ones. he is rarely ever surprised. almost never. the only person that has ever been able to has been rhysand. and now nesta.

he does not and will not ever shy away from her gaze - rough or not. her words never wound him.

" looks like i got what i wanted. "

the way some of you enablers have made me realise just how into nesta / az i am.

when the elain stans hate nesta??? she’s one of you!!!

nesta wasn't alright. she wasn't alright at all and she could barely recall the last time she had been. but when azriel began to approach her she felt an unusual shift in her spirit; followed by a surprising shift of her seat. the sudden movement, along with the serious, unyielding, look in his bronze eyes took her breath away - so much so that the lack of oxygen stole all the thoughts from her brain.

before she could find it in herself to just think, instinct kicked in and nesta closed the short distance between them, capturing his plush lips with her own. he really was the prettiest of the brothers, and she often found herself captivated by him - but never to this extent before.

in this moment of weakness she found herself unable to resist him; to resist the possibility of closeness and understanding that she so craved. instinctually, yet carefully, her fingertips travel from his jaw to the nape of his neck. she twines her fingers into his surprisingly silky hair, and becomes acutely aware of his breath as it mingles with her own in the same way his shadows merge with his surroundings.

with a sigh she manages to pull away - only slightly. the tip of her nose rests gently against his cheek and she keeps her eyes closed, nervous to discover his reaction.

"you won't tell anyone i did that -" it should be a statement. despite herself she has always found it easy to trust him; to find solace in the fact that he seems to be even more secretive than she is. but nerves turn it into a question. "will you?"

seconds pass. they feel like minutes. nesta becomes painfully aware of the way her heart pounds in the silence.

THUD, THUD, THUD.

it's the first time her new fae ears have honed in on just one noise. she finds herself opening her eyes to see that azriel's are closed. nesta purses her lips together and tries not to think about how his felt against hers. instead she finds herself fascinated by the shadows his eyelashes cast against his cheek. usually he's so alert - she's not entirely certain she's ever seen him blink - but with his eyes closed he seems younger somehow. softer than she is... despite what she knows about the role he plays in the night court.

guilt creeps in and she sits back in her chair, as far as she can despite being comfortably trapped by his strong frame.

"i'm sorry, i don't know why i -" a sigh. she licks her lower lip. bites it until it throbs with blood. "i shouldn't have been so forward." she nods decidedly, as if she's certain she's figured out what she suddenly feels so self conscious about her actions. as if it will stop her from repeating them.

❤ alright, i’ll bite @moondevoured | send ❤ to just grab my muse and kiss the HELL out of them. just do it.

" are you all right? " he asks, head tilted in curious wonder. she hasn't said more than two words the entire dinner that the house has prepared for them. it was just the two of them, everyone else gone or just tired of coming over to have neither azriel, nesta, nor cassian talking much. it has been a stressful few months but they've gotten through it the best they can.

azriel gets up from his seat on the other side of the large table and comes to pull her chair to face him. he doesn't care if she is angry with him. her entire form is now facing him and he gets on a knee to catch her eyes. azriel's head ducks and he catches her gaze, " hey, it's going to get better, Nesta. " he tells her, his scarred hands still on the arms of the dining room chair. azriel doesn't sense her in that moment and it's peculiar. how? how can he not? her hands are on him before he can think - her lips pressed hard to his full ones. they part in response to, well, her insistent and breathtaking kiss. hazel eyes flutter shut as he gives in, his knuckles white on the chair arms now.