#antoly*

[ghoulluck]

Antoly couldn’t help but to keep tabs on his daughter even after she had lost her memory of him and their little stitched together family. He wished things were different, but she was happy now with the exception of one thing.

He watched her from afar. She often went to the dog park when she was alone to watch the dogs. Dobermans somehow still remained her favorite dog and he could see her visible excitement when she would politely ask to pet the dog.

He hoped she would take the bait as he pulled his hoodie over his cap with adolf. He always tried to avoid being seen to hopefully evade triggering any sudden recollection of their past. He missed her, but the old dog missed his girl.

Adolf was entering what was clearly the last years of his life. His muzzle was starting to gray and his eyes were getting cloudy. The Russian couldn’t imagine the lonely old dog going on much longer if he kept him. He hooked the collar around the dogs neck.

“We’re gonna go see juju,” he murmured softly to the dog. Adolf perked, light coming to his eyes as his stub wagged. “I’m gonna miss you bud.” Genuinely it felt like he was loosing her all over again. Adolf was the only piece of her he had been able to keep.

He stood, walking slowly so the old dobbie could keep up as he held his breath.

It was starting to sprinkle and the blonde woman sat on a bench where from the distance she could see the wide Park the best.

She was dressed in a leopard print coat with shoes to match and a red dress to contrast in a tacky display of acquired wealth she had accumulated for her new mother. She adored the doll maker endlessly, but there seemed to be a dark hole in her heart she couldn’t name or understand.

Far in the distance, she spotted a man jogging lightly with an aging Doberman. She stood wobbly on her leopard heels and they sunk into the wet dirt. She lost her footing and chose to sit. She was too distracted by the fact the man came her way to help her up.

She didn’t pay too much attention to his face, in fact the dog knocked her down fully to kiss her enthusiastically much to her surprise. She wrapped her thin arms around the dog to try to calm him until she realized the man was gone.

Julien swallowed as she hugged the dog to her with her dark red lips gaped as her pony tail whipped from side to side to see where the man had gone. “Don’t worry— I’ve got you.” The dog kissed her again and she scrunched her nose a little.

She loved him so much already.

[ghoulluck]

Antoly shut his eyes. He was exhausted and even another fix couldn’t help him feel better as flashes of white invaded the space under the eye lids.

There is a loud pop that jolts him from the memory.

There was a blank stare behind his daughters brown eyes when she looked at him now. In some way, they had spared her from attachments, memories and the loss of loved ones. It was not a mercy he was given.

The continental had successfully isolated him. Shortly after he was assigned to Indy’s resurrection. He had no choice now. After his daughter had been removed from the task and reassigned to rule enforcement after they had smeared her brains and memories on the concrete with a bullet, he did whatever they wanted of him.

They needed someone to retrieve the original project and Indy had submitted to spare Ryan’s mother from the same cruel fate that Hart had suffered. He supported Indy completely in his choice. Love was not easy to find in these dark waters.

[ghoulluck]

Two severe concussions.

After the adrenaline had worn off, Ryan was having a hard time fighting off the urge to sleep. Adolf kept both of them awake. He'd bump them with his lean body, lick them or knock them lightly with his snout while Antoly drove them home. A stop out side of a diner made Ryan look at the man in the front seat with her jaw clenched. "Why are we here?" Julien looked at the goth with a slight tilt of her head. Antoly pulled into the parking lot, "We're gonna get some food." He looked back at the goth with a poignant look that said get your ass out of my car.

Julien looked at the window's reflection with a heavy sigh. They had both gotten stitches. She reached up to touch them. It would be her first sweet scar. Something she had gotten from someone else who had been there simply at the wrong time. Slowly, she forced herself to move. Antoly stayed in his seat only a second longer before Ryan got out of the car with a slam of the door. The harsh noise made the blonde flinch. She swallowed down the lump in her throat as she made her way out of the car.

Adolf trailed behind the two as they entered the diner. He sniffed at the air and he slipped in between the gap between them to choose a booth. "Sit here, baby girl," Antoly stated as put his hands on her thin shoulders, "I'll be back okay? I'll get you something to eat." She closed her eyes when he kissed the top of her head. Julien slipped into the booth across from Adolf who's shiny big eyes looked around. She curled into herself, drawing up both knees to block out the world and putting her head between them.

Ryan found the older man at the mouth of the kitchen. His crushing hug was the first sensation that enveloped her. The tension of her body was sucked out of her. Antoly was a mother fucker for worrying him. "You okay?" The goth sighed, "Yeah. Hungry." The shakes were starting to make their rounds. Since the concussion the two teenagers had spent a majority of the last five hours in a private clinic. The kind that smelled like bleach and gun powder.

"Fries?"

"Yeah."

"What the fuck you guys lookin' at?" the protective growl in his voice made Ryan laugh weakly when the staff was looking. Indy gave her a hard kiss on the top of her head. His rough palm ran over the top of her head before he twisted it to look at the stitches. "A fucking girl did this to you?" Ryan rolled her eyes, "No. The concrete did." Indy scoffed, "Don't be a smart ass." The goth had to smirk, "Gee, wonder where I get from." The older man narrowed his eyes. "Fuck off. Go sit down."

Antoly had gone back to talk to Indy, leaving the two girls alone.

The goth sat, watching the other before turning to her phone to try to get it to work. It was fucked. She chucked the phone and Julien flinched. She looked at the phone on the floor and slowly she reached to retrieve it. The screen was cracked badly. It was glitching. She sighed softly as she put it on the table between them. "Will replace." Ryan shrugged, "Doesn't matter." Julien sucked in her lip, "Does to me." Her big brown eyes flicked down as she let her fingers run over the side of the phone.

A heavy silence settled over them until Antoly set out some food by hand. He sat next to Adolf who huffed and slipped under the table to sit by Ryan to whine for some fries. Julien quietly slipped under Antoly's arm, turning more into him and the back of the seating and he kissed her head again as she whispered something into his ear. He murmured something back and it looked like a small child confiding in the only adult they trusted.

It reminded Ryan of when she was younger. Her eyes darted up over their heads to see Indy making a gesture with his head. He had two cigarettes in his mouth. She grabbed some fries and coaxed the dog out of her lap before darting after her older brother. When she met up with him, he was lighting the second cigarette. He gave her one and she sat on the spool next to him. "You're gonna stay with Antoly 'night," he stated. Ryan put the cigarette to her mouth, "Why?"

He glanced over at her, "Seriously?"

The goth sighed and nodded finally. She rubbed her eye and leaned against his side. "Why can't I just go with you?" Indy's arm shifted to wrap around her and give her a squeeze. "You shouldn't even be here." The teenager exhaled smoke. Time always passed too quickly with Indy. Antoly came out back and she loaded up into the car.

Antoly's place was shockingly nice, minus the stripper pole. Julien had made herself a little aclove of pillows on the floor against the couch. She had simply gone to the xbox and made her space. "Looks like she's decided on what she's doing for tonight," Antoly grumbled as he watched the Grand Theft Auto IV loading screen appear, "There's another xbox in the guest room. Go play online with her." Ryan was annoyed, there was too many people telling her what to do, but it wasn't a hateful option.

She crossed her arms as she watched Antoly take an ensure from his fridge to pop it open. The Russian strolled over to Julien and popped down next to her to get his arms around her and hold her like a little girl. Adolf nudged Ryan and he slowly walked over to the guest room. The goth laid on her stomach as she powered on the video game console. Nearly immediately a game request popped up on the bottom. She pressed accept. The dog nudged his way under her arm. Ryan hesitantly nuzzled him and he deflated happily.

[ghoulluck]

She had never noticed the color blindness until she couldn’t see people through her left eye. It was a strange new development in her condition and Julien experimented frequently out of curiosity. The world was a dull grey scale with a selective blindness related towards people. Julien shut her right eye as she started her descent down the water slide. Through her left eye, she could see cars driving themselves and things normally held by hands holding themselves up through some mysterious force. What kind of blindness was so strange in nature? The selective eye was also changing. It was becoming filmy and cataract ridden, yet it didn't seem to be loosing any vision in addition.

She crouched as she picked up speed on her skateboard. “Watch out.” The whisper was so low it jolted her, but the thing she saw out of the corner of that selective eye was more frightening then anything she had seen. Before, the spirits had been distorted, like a fuzzy television screen that refused to pick up signal. Now, this thing was as crystal clear as the people she saw with her right eye.

The collision was so hard, Julien could only register the concrete that she hit afterwards. She exhaled softly as she rolled to her side. Her head throbbed and she could see the great expanse of concrete in her left eye. In her right eye, she could see the goth girl from the parties she went to struggling to sit up.

Julien couldn’t will herself to move. Her limbs were heavy and she felt both cold and warm at the same time. Ryan’s shadow loomed over her as the goth girl moved to be at her side and she was cussing something fierce under her breath that Julien couldn’t quite hear.  She had only gotten a cuncussion once before and this experience was very similar. The world warbled like the inside of a sea shell, the woosh of blood inside of her ears was rising and Ryans words were harder to hear with each passing second. “Don’t move.” The blonde closed her eyes, her fingers unwittingly gripped at Ryans arm as she leaned over Julien.

What was happening? The urge to sleep was making her eyes heavy. She fought it some to force herself to sit up. The concrete felt like an ocean instead of something solid. “Can’t hear–” she tried to say, but her speech came out garbled. Had she hit Ryan first then the concrete? The feeling of wobbling increased and she had to lay back down.

Antoly turned when he heard his cellphone start meowing. “Babe, can you get me that?” He asked as he toweled his hair from where he stood at the mouth of the room. Hart glanced around quickly for the phone before finding it on Antoly’s side of the bed. The Russian noted the caller id. It was a funny picture of the blonde mimicking Adolf who looked rather offended at her. He swiped right and tucked the phone against his ear.

“hey baby girl, what’s–”

“uhm. .”

The voice on the other end of the line was definitely not julien. “You’re her nurse?” His stomach sank as he quickly started to dress despite his damp skin, “yeah, where is she? And who are you? She okay? Is she breathing? Is she having a seizure?” The barrage of questions left Ryan gaping at the blonde for answers.

She had urged Julien to stay put. There was blood on the concrete and streaming down her face. Adolf’s paws danced anxiously on the concrete as the goth felt the pressure, “uhm." Ryan boiled it down to what was more important. "Not sure, she hit her head on the concrete? She’s bleeding.” The goth opted out of her involvement. She had expirienced worse.

Antoly hissed as he put on his shirt. Hart worriedly watched the Russian pace back and forth before deciding to get his medical bag for him.  “Okay, turn on her location. I’ll be there as fast as I can. How bad is the bleeding?” Ryan grimaced, “She looks like carrie right now?” It wasn’t like the blonde was gushing blood exactly, but it was enough to spook the goth. She could hear the man exhale on the other line. “Okay, keep her awake. Okay?” He immediately clicked the phone off and the blonde blinked tiredly as she took the phone back.

She croaked something and adolf came to her side to sit vigilantly with his ears pointed and turning to hear for the slightest sound. “He said I have to keep you awake and turn on your location?” Julien seemed to dimly register the words as she swiped across her phone. The blonde was eerily calm which Ryan chucked up to the smack to the concrete.

She watched frenchie scroll through social media before opening her camera app. She watched Julien observe herself with one eye closed and then the other. “Can you see okay?” The left eye was hazy with forming cataracts. That was probably the wrong question to ask. Julien nodded as she slowly pushed back her bangs. On her forehead was a nasty scar that ran from her eyebrow to her hairline that looked indented as if she had had hit a corner or something. The blonde grimaced at the sight of the scar and turned her head to look at her temple. It was bloody with road rash. Ryan glanced it over. It was bad, but not as bad as she thought it would be. It would probably scar although she doubted she would ever see it as Julien fixed her bangs and her hair so it wouldn’t be seen. There was an awkward sitting silence before Julien forced herself to sit up again. It was easy to see she was in a great deal of pain.

Ryan looked around. The skate board was broken in two. Her own headphones were broken as well and the screen of her phone was cracked more then it had already been. The only truly upsetting part was that her not even half eaten cheese fries were currently wasted across the concrete. Ryan shrugged these things off as she scratched at her neck roughly before noting there was blood on her fingers. “Bleeding too,” Frenchie’s soft accented words reminded Ryan she had also sustained a good hit. A dull thudding started to emerge and whatever adrenaline she had was wearing off. Ryan touched her face and Julien grimaced. “What? You’re bleeding too.” In fact, blondie was bleeding into her white shirt. Her knees were scraped up, her hands her elbows, but some of julien’s looked old or at least not quite as fresh.

“Black eye,” Julien commented as she squeezed her eyes shut to wave off the nasuea. Ryan shrugged. Kickboxing was a good way to excuse a dead beat douche’s fist. Adolf’s wet nose touched julien’s cheek as he sniffed her over. “Okay,” she reassured the dog who gave a low wine. Suddenly, his ears were pointed and the girls could hear the roar of an engine not too long after. Adolf began to bark wildly circling the girls before julien grabbed the dog to hug him to her. The voice that followed it sounded more like a dad then a nurse. “What have I fucking told you about that skate board? You’re gonna break your damn neck on it.”

Antoly was tall and blonde like julien. The teenage girl shrank some at his voice as she hugged Adolf tighter. The dog was apprehensive and he growled at antoly for raising his voice. “Oh shut up. You’re worried too,” he told the dog as he put his bag beside julien and squatted down. “Lemme see baby girl.” Ryan watched the way antoly so expertly pushed away the blonde’s hair without so much as touching her forehead. There was a grimace as he lightly glazed his eyes over the scar. “Okay, I’m gonna take you to get a cat scan.” She watched Julien nod and then the man approached her.

“Hey, you're uh-- his kid?” He omitted Indy's name out of politeness. The dark eyed man was a tender subject. Ryan squinted at him sideways. She imagined him with a man bun and with a very strangely pretty man before she clicked her tongue. The goth didn't bother to correct him. “Yeah.” He squatted down in front of her, “how’s your hand by the way?” He reached her her head and she jerked away out of instinct. “I’m fine.” Antoly pursed his mouth before springing up. "Well, you ain't, so you and barbie get your asses in my car. Come on baby girl." He gave Julien his hands and helped her up.

The dog didn't seem to be a very big fan of Antoly. He came around to Ryan, delicately put his teeth into one of her shirts and tugged her hard enough to drag her across the cement. The goth was too tired to fight. She piled into the back seat with Julien and the dog.

[ghoulluck]

She had seen an angel in the hallway. Julien put a hand to her mouth as she watched her spread her black raven like wings over Ryan. Her legs failed her and she sat in the middle of the hallway. She put her hands over her head as her knees came up to guard her from the outside world. Coté put her arms around the blonde as she began to scream and fight and kick. Edmund pushed the other away. Coté immediately looked as if she had been burned at his touch. Her hazel eyes burned into his blue ones as Julien started to sob weakly and started to pray against his chest.

None of them were allowed to see Ryan. They weren't family. Edmund had his arm around Julien as she slept. Her anxiety had been deemed too bad, that she when she had willingly asked to be put into a medicated sleep it was a relief. Antoly's and Hart's feet were ceaselessly tapping. The russian was gripping his significant other's hand so tight that his knuckles were white. There was dark tracks of tears on Hart's face that matched the sedated teenager's. They were waiting.

Antoly had phoned the Chilean girl who had gone home hours ago for Paulina, but hadn't come back or gotten an answer. There was a bad feeling churning in the russian's stomach and he was starting to believe there was a reason why Julien wanted to sleep instead of waiting. A banging sound made Antoly jump to his feet. Edmund looked lazily in the direction, pinching his nose before rubbing his eyes as Eddie emerged from the hallway with the coffee he had requested. Her big brown eyes were met with Antoly's blue ones. Their hands went to their hidden guns as the sound got closer. Edmund reflexively put a hand over Julien's head.

"Indy!" The voice that followed the noise was broken and cracked.

Coté tried to grab his arm and he brushed her off easily.  The swinging doors opened as he used both hands to get him out of his way.  His boots were so loud against the floor, that she swore she couldn't hear anything over the thud of his weight. "You can't see her--" He knocked her back as she dug into him with all her might that the skin split from the nail.  Coté didn't understand. Her boots squeaked across the floor as he dragged her when she latched on to him again.

"It can't be the last thing I said."

When she walked out that door, it felt like it was the last time he would ever see Ryan. It felt like bricks on his chest. Every step she had taken was one more brick. He had all the weight of her distance on him and it was his fault. Coté as similar as she was, she was a footnote like a stupid yellow post it on a mirror reminding him of something important. She wasn't the real thing. Just close enough to it to remind him to keep going.

He elbowed her and she crashed back with a bloody nose. Coté skidded across the floor and she got up again to tackle him as each door kept booming. Hart and Eddie visibly flinched. The coffee was set down. Edmund rose from his seat. His blue eyes were trained on the door before it too boomed open. Eddie moved out of the way to shield Julien as Edmund put a hand behind his back to signal the woman to protect what was important to them.

Antoly moved across the floor as fast as he could. There was surprise all over his face just like it had been on Indy's when the charges had been dropped. There was no explination, no hail marys to say and he now knew why. He had to make things right between him and Ryan before the last thing she would ever remember him for, was his abandonment. He stopped before Antoly who had become a buffer between him and Ryan. "Don't stand in my way, boy," he huffed in a voice that cracked. There was an angry look in Indy's eyes.

"You can't go to her. None of us can."

There was a twitch across his features. No had never stopped him in the past. No would not stop him now. His hand grasped Antoly's shoulder. "You stand out of my way boy." Indy's jaw and temples clenched. The russian had seen that look on John's face. (Whoever comes... I'll kill them all.) Antoly swallowed. Edmund stepped in the very outside of Indy's tunnel vision.

"You can't keep me from her!" The bellow was so loud that even Julien's troubled dreams shook. Her eyes cracked open. He was here. The unstoppable force.

"I tried telling him--" Coté stated as he pushed through Antoly who stood there stunned. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be in the way, but he knew there were cops, cops he didn't have under his pay or in his midst of friends and Indy was going to go straight back to the slammer. She was latched to him again and Antoly grabbed his other arm as he powered forward. Their shoes squeaked across the floor and Edmund jointed the intent as he grabbed the man's other arm.

It couldn't be the last words she heard.

He bellowed as he knocked them down. Even between the three of them, there was no match. Antoly was knocked back into the wall with a crash that made other patrons finally look when it was the last thing they wanted to see. "You can't keep me from her!" His voice cracked and for the first time it was obvious he was both angry and full of grief and guilt and things he couldn't keep in anymore.

Julien blinked the medicated sleep from her eyes. Eddie gripped her and breathed in shakily as Hart closed their eyes to look away. They knew that kind of grief. When Edmund skidded across the floor, she joined the effort.  As short as she was, she was just as determined to keep him back. Indy kept putting one foot in front of the other. The effort became a pile of people, their feet dragging across the floor as he dragged them as if they were nothing.

Julien could see him and she stumbled away from her seat. Hart grabbed her wrist, but it sent a startling amount of static electricity through them. "Julien don't come near--" Eddie stated as she planted her feet firmer in the ground. The blonde could hear everything in his head. His strength was starting to slow down, but it wasn't going to stop. Julien became the pin, the last nail that bolted him to the ground as she wrapped her arm around his head and began to whisper into Indy's ear as she stared into her God father's eyes. Both men froze.

He had never actively seen his god daughter use her abilities.

Her eyes were hollowed out by a red color and so were Indy's as he began to sink to his knees. Finally, when he gave into her influence after a tense minute, Julien slipped across his back and Antoly had to grab her as she began to seize.

Edmund gave a soft exhale as he wiped at his tired eyes. After all this was said and done, he couldn't wait to get back to the cabin to take care of the seperate life he had there and to figure out what this part of his life needed to make it better for both his god daughter and the girl she was so attached to. Indy was numbly staring at the white wall. His face was puffy from a combination of crying and getting hurt. He was sitting next to Paulina who was gripping his hand so tight that her knuckles were a sallow white as she asked the jackal headed god to not let death claim the teenage girl.

Julien had somehow wandered off.

When his phone rang, he was puzzled to see a weird symbol pop up and Eddie grabbed it as she suddenly passed him by to give Indy the phone. On the heavily pixalized screen was a very drowsy looking Julien who had barely come out of her seizure not more then an hour ago and couldn't remember anything at all except for her drive to see Ryan curled up in the seat bedside. Next to her was Ryan and she laid her head on the bed as the screen became solely concentrated on the goth. Someone else was holding the phone.

He snapped out of whatever trance he had been.

"Ryan-" His voice was funny and tinny from all the yelling he had done. She didn't even look concious to him, but he was laughing and crying in relief that she was alive. Paulina let go of a breath she had been holding in, but didn't stop praying to the only god she had proof of. Coté squeezed into the frame with a shakey looking smile that turned into a sob of relief. Antoly and Hart leaned in trying to see the screen.

[ghoulluck]

Ryan turned her head. “Blondie–?” Julien was lost in the sea of dogs at the shelter. She sighed some as she strained her neck to look around. She saw Adolf looking rather pouty next to a very large, large dog that made Ryan wonder who’s great idea it was to make such a big dog. There were several dogs around this big one and some french jibberish she couldn’t understand.

 Ryan carefully maneuvered her way around the dogs to take a better look. Julien was actually sitting on the ground with the big dog in her lap who was happily looking down at her as she was telling it some sort of story from the looks of it. Frenchie was incredibly excited as she continued on in her story. The dogs who lent an ear all seemed rather entertained by the blonde who hugged the great big behemoth.

 Ryan flipped out her shitty phone with its cracked screen to take a picture. She sent the photo to Antoly. He gave an obnoxious and loud, “hart!!!! Look at my baby!! I’m totally sending this to indy!” In response to the photo. Ryan grimaced a little, “he doesn’t need to see that gay shit.” It was pretty cute. She updated her phone’s screen saver before pocketing it again. 

Her boots thudded as she crossed the room. Julien tilted her head back and smiled widely. She loved dogs. They were her favorite. Wait– no ? Cats?? Really she loved every animal and couldn’t make up her mind. They liked her too. Ryan hesitantly looked around before giving Julien a peck on the lips. “Ha!” The tell tale snap of the camera shutter made Ryan grimace. “Really dude?” The goth didn’t mean to sound whiny. “I’m sending this one to indy too.” 

The teenagers pulled a face of discontent. “I don’t recall getting an annoying older brother–” Ryan told the Russian who rolled into view on a chair, “I can be your brother in law instead if you prefer that.” The goth felt herself narrow as antoly pushed himself back out of sight to avoid her scorn. Her cell phone dinged. 

It was a picture from indy. It was of Paulina and precioso, she was giving the otter a kiss and the animal seemed to be grinning. It was captioned, ‘mine is better.’ Ryan gave a grin as they turned their lip ring over. She shot back a quick text, 'in your dreams mushy.’ 

Julien had disappeared again under the big dog. His head was over her’s as she hugged him.

[ghoulluck]

At first it sounded like Julien was talking to herself. The blonde was crouched on the ground, her knees almost touching her nose as she watched the stray cat with her intent eyes. “I watch the street at night. There are some lights. Some people. I don’t get much attention. If I’m lucky there are open garbage cans I can find food. I’m usually hungry. I meow a lot.” Her voice was low and her accent thicker then usual. The goth realized the French girl was narrating for the cat, like a small monolgue to practice her English and she watched the other reach out a frail bruised hand. The cat’s yellow eyes looked over at the blonde and it came to rub it’s head against julien’s hand. 

“You are missing part of your ear,” she stated as she petted the cat who circled around again to arch it’s back contentedly under the gentle hand, “you must have hard life.” It’s purring was almost audible. Ryan stubbed a cigarette under her heavy, beaten boot as she stretched away from the gym wall. It was time to go back inside. “Come on,” she called the blonde as she opened the back door. Julien looked hesitant to leave the alley cat behind. There was a heavy debate behind the blonde’s bug brown eyes before she forced herself to stand. 

“You’ll get sick,” Ryan reminded her. It seemed cruel to separate the French girl from whatever animal she happened to find. It was like she had some secret language with them. She understood them and they understood her in a way the goth could almost confidently say was almost unreal. Julien wrapped herself up tighter in her sweater, shivering a little as they came in to the gym. “Grab my letterman if you’re cold,” the brunette stated they walked through the gym. Julien looked around at the men in it. They were among the only or few girls that attended. “I’ll be okay,” the blonde stated softly as she paused a moment to admire the older men. One of them winked at her. She blushed and chased after Ryan instead. 

They arrived to the ring where Antony was sitting, watching hart actually put some as hole in their place. There was a bright look on his whole face, like he was just brimming in pride because his baby was handing someone’s ass to them. “I taught hart that,” he stated with a detailing finger as Ryan sat down next to the nurse. “Nice form,” the brunette commented as she picked up her water bottle to find it empty. She was thirsty again. Julien offered her’s. Antoly pursed his mouth. He was beginning to suspect the other was diabetic. The blonde inched her way closer to ryan. He also suspected the blonde had a crush on ryan. 

It was in a way cute, but he knew how frenchie could be. She’d put all her eggs in one basket only to get crushed emotionally. He didn’t want to discourage any friendships, but he didn’t want to encourage julien to get hurt. He was protective of her. She was a fragile little thing, emotionally stunted from her mother’s abuse. Julien had a bad habit of searching for affection in places it wasn’t in. The round with the stranger was done and hart gestured for Ryan to come up next. “I’ll be right back. Here,” the brunette stated as she gave back the nearly empty water bottle. 

The blonde took it with both hands. She only shook her head. “Kick ass?” There was some god damn award winning smirk on ryan’s face at the comment. Antoly watched the goth stomp off. He opened his arm up to let the French girl slip under it with with little content pur. “You’ll always be my little kitty,” he commented as he kissed the top of her head. She gave a funny gravelly purr. People we often surprised when julien spoke because it was deeper and scratchy, like the hoarseness that came after a good concert. “M'tried,” she murmured, meaning that been hiding her exhaustion. He let her again. “Take a nap. I won’t be going anywhere.”

[ghoulluck]

Antoly turned when he heard his cellphone start meowing. “Babe, can you get me that?” He asked as he toweled his hair from where he stood at the mouth of the room. Hart glanced around quickly for the phone before finding it on Antoly’s side of the bed. The Russian noted the caller id. It was a funny picture of the blonde mimicking Adolf who looked rather offended at her.

 He swiped right and tucked the phone against his ear, “hey baby girl, what’s–” “uhm. .” The voice on the other end of the line was definitely not julien. “You’re her nurse?” His stomach sank as he quickly started to dress despite his damp skin, “yeah, where is she? And who are you? She okay? Is she breathing? Is she having a seizure?” The barrage of questions left Ryan gaping at the blonde for answers. 

She had urged julien to stay put. There was blood on the concrete and streaming down her face. adolf’s paws danced anxiously on the concrete as the goth felt the pressure, “uhm. Not sure, she hit her head on the concrete? She’s bleeding.” Antoly hissed as he put on his shirt. Hart worriedly watched the Russian pace back and forth before deciding to get his medical bag for him. 

“Okay, turn on her location. I’ll be there as fast as I can. How bad is the bleeding?” Ryan grimaced, “minor?” It wasn’t like the blonde was gushing blood exactly, but it was enough to spook the goth. She could hear the man exhale on the other line. “Okay, keep her awake. Okay?” He immediately clicked the phone off and the blonde blinked tiredly as she took the phone. 

She croaked something and adolf came to her side to sit vigilantly with his ears pointed and turning to hear for the slightest sound. “He said I have to keep you awake and turn on your location?” Julien seemed to dimly register the words as she swiped across her phone. The blonde was eerily calm which Ryan chucked up to the smack to the concrete. 

She watched frenchie Scroll through social media before opening her camera app. She watched Julien observe herself with one eye closed and then the other. “Can you see okay?” The left eye was hazy with forming cataracts. That was probably the wrong question to ask. Julien nodded as she slowly pushed back her bangs. On her forehead was a nasty scar that ran from her eyebrow to her hairline that looked indented as if she had had hit a corner or something

. She grimaced at the sight of the scar and turned her head to look at her temple. It was bloody with road rash. Ryan glanced it over. It was bad, but not as bad as she thought it would be. It would probably scar although she doubted she would ever see it as Julien fixed her bangs and her hair so it wouldn’t be seen. There was an awkward sitting silence before Julien forced herself to sit up. It was easy to see she was in a great deal of pain. 

Ryan looked around. The skate board was broken in two. Her own headphones were broken as well and the screen of her phone was cracked more then it had already been. The only truly upsetting part was that her not even half eaten cheese fries were currently wasted across the concrete. Ryan shrugged these things off as she scratched at her neck roughly before noting there was blood on her fingers. 

“Bleeding too,” Frenchie’s soft accented words reminded her she had also sustained a good hit. A dull thudding started to emerge and whatever adrenaline she had was wearing off. Ryan touched her face and Julien grimaced. “What? You’re bleeding too.” In fact, blondie was bleeding into her white uniform shirt. Her knees were scraped up, her hands her elbows, but some of julien’s looked old or at least not quite as fresh. 

“Black eye,” Julien commented as she squeezed her eyes shut to wave off the nasuea. Ryan shrugged. Kickboxing was a good way to excuse a dead beat douche’s fist. Adolf’s wet nose touched julien’s cheek as he sniffed her over. “Okay,” she reassured the dog who gave a low wine. Suddenly, his ears were pointed and the girls could hear the roar of an engine not too long after. Adolf began to bark wildly circling the girls before julien grabbed him to hug him to her. 

The voice that followed it sounded more like a dad then a nurse. "What have I fucking told you about that skate board? You're gonna break your damn neck on it." Antoly was tall, blonde like julien, but he had a sort of sons of anarchy thing going. The blonde shrank some at his voice at looked at Ryan before looking at the ground as she hugged Adolf tighter. The dog was apprehensive and he growled at antoly for raising his voice. 

"Oh shut up. You're worried too," he told the dog as he put his bag beside julien and squatted down. "Lemme see baby girl." Ryan watched the way antoly so expertly pushed away the blonde's hair without so much as touching her forehead. There was a grimace as he lightly glazed his eyes over the scar. 

"Okay, I'm gonna take you to get a cat scan." She watched Julien nod and then the man approached her. "Hey, don't I know you?" Ryan squinted at him sideways. She imagined him with a man bun and with a very strangely pretty man before she clicked her tongue. "Yeah." He squatted down, "how's your hand by the way?" He reached her her head and she jerked away out of instinct. "I'm fine."