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Sorry it's short, :(
Mother's name? Her hand was so warm and gentle, Sigurd turned his head a little, to maintain the touch a little longer before whispering his mother's name. He wanted to stay awake, but he couldn't quite keep his eyes open. The cot was relatively comfortable, and the pain was a constant aching in the back of his mind, soon it would likely keep him up at night, but for now he was still exhausted from his dance with death yesterday afternoon. And the warm breakfast wasn't helping him stay awake either, though he did hope she managed to bring a little more next time. It'd be a shame to have survived everything so far and end up dead of malnutrition or starvation.
"Ursula Sigurd."
"Ursula Sigurd."
you don't have one in this universe, there aren't many, if any, racial enemies in Galendar. (to my knowledge)
Day 16, Midmorning
Edgar_Walther
@BlackPanther@DestinyStar
The sun was up, and the birds were singing, but I was so warm and cozy in my bed I didn't want to get up yet. I'd had a nasty dream last night, and I didn't want to face the gruesome reality of the death game yet. I roll over and pull the blanket over my head, blocking out the morning light as snuggle closer to the ... warm soft... that not a blanket.... fumbling about in my rather groggy and only reluctantly waking mental state, I push at the bit closest to my head, and feel warm smooth skin under linen bandages, and hair that isn't mine. Finally it all clicks.
Yelping in surprise I jump out of bed, or at least that was my intent. The end result is rather different unfortunately. Still wrapped in the blanket I fall out of bed and onto another body. That of our rescuer and healer, and startled by his sudden appearance I try to scramble away again and end up hitting my head rather squarely on the chest at the foot of the bed. Dazed, with one foot still tangled in the covers, and suddenly reminded of pain, my other wounds chime in their own echoes discomfort, though really I should feel much worse than I do, I lay still on the floor and come to the ever so belated conclusion that last night hadn't been just a nightmare after all. Then I realize I'd just made a fool of myself after having slept with a girl for the first time, even thought this really didn't count since we were both still in our armor from the night before... I'm an idiot all right. Oh well, she's probably already got a guy anyway, so maybe I'm better off over reacting... okay maybe not so much on the overreacting bit.
"Morning... I'ma go back to sleep now."
Edgar Walther kicked his foot out of the blanket and rolled under the bed where it was cool and dark, and propped his head on an arm, facing the wall. His face was a wonderful shade of scarlet as he considered just how close he'd come to doing something inappropriate with a complete stranger. His mother was going to kill him when he got home, if this game didn't kill him first.
Edgar_Walther
@BlackPanther@DestinyStar
The sun was up, and the birds were singing, but I was so warm and cozy in my bed I didn't want to get up yet. I'd had a nasty dream last night, and I didn't want to face the gruesome reality of the death game yet. I roll over and pull the blanket over my head, blocking out the morning light as snuggle closer to the ... warm soft... that not a blanket.... fumbling about in my rather groggy and only reluctantly waking mental state, I push at the bit closest to my head, and feel warm smooth skin under linen bandages, and hair that isn't mine. Finally it all clicks.
Yelping in surprise I jump out of bed, or at least that was my intent. The end result is rather different unfortunately. Still wrapped in the blanket I fall out of bed and onto another body. That of our rescuer and healer, and startled by his sudden appearance I try to scramble away again and end up hitting my head rather squarely on the chest at the foot of the bed. Dazed, with one foot still tangled in the covers, and suddenly reminded of pain, my other wounds chime in their own echoes discomfort, though really I should feel much worse than I do, I lay still on the floor and come to the ever so belated conclusion that last night hadn't been just a nightmare after all. Then I realize I'd just made a fool of myself after having slept with a girl for the first time, even thought this really didn't count since we were both still in our armor from the night before... I'm an idiot all right. Oh well, she's probably already got a guy anyway, so maybe I'm better off over reacting... okay maybe not so much on the overreacting bit.
"Morning... I'ma go back to sleep now."
Edgar Walther kicked his foot out of the blanket and rolled under the bed where it was cool and dark, and propped his head on an arm, facing the wall. His face was a wonderful shade of scarlet as he considered just how close he'd come to doing something inappropriate with a complete stranger. His mother was going to kill him when he got home, if this game didn't kill him first.
@Tracyarmav I would say same bed, especially if the got there after the World Walkers. Rooms were already limited. Plus it might be funny. :P
@Zelosse ... *facepalm* Get yo head outta da gutta!
His head is out of the gutter, it's the grate the gutter drains into. Didn't he tell you?
Blinking slowly, Sigurd tries to stay focused on her words and mostly succeeds. He smiles bitterly and shakes his head, at her explanation and apology. She'd done far more than she should have already... more than he would have done in her place. That bothered him. War had changed him, and certainly not for the better, physical or psychologically.
"You have done to much already, thank you. Go now, be happy while you can. Let me pass quietly here."
Sigurd was starting to nod off again, and he didn't see any reason to get the girl hurt because of her kindness. She should be far from here when the locals found him, surely someone had seen his chute, and they would be looking for him. If he was already unconscious when they found him, he might not feel anything as they cut him to bits. He didn't want to be awake for that. It was bad enough to see and hear about days after the event, he didn't want to experience it. And sleeping now would keep that from happening right? Then why was he fighting so hard to stay awake? She asked him to... Why was that important? Something kept sitting just out of reach in his mind... a reason to be awake, but he couldn't find it... and he was so tired. Surely just a few minutes would be okay...
"You have done to much already, thank you. Go now, be happy while you can. Let me pass quietly here."
Sigurd was starting to nod off again, and he didn't see any reason to get the girl hurt because of her kindness. She should be far from here when the locals found him, surely someone had seen his chute, and they would be looking for him. If he was already unconscious when they found him, he might not feel anything as they cut him to bits. He didn't want to be awake for that. It was bad enough to see and hear about days after the event, he didn't want to experience it. And sleeping now would keep that from happening right? Then why was he fighting so hard to stay awake? She asked him to... Why was that important? Something kept sitting just out of reach in his mind... a reason to be awake, but he couldn't find it... and he was so tired. Surely just a few minutes would be okay...
Are Edgar and Scarlet in the same bed, or this a two bed room?
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