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[oflyrium-andlove]

“Are you alright?” - Cassandra

White knuckled, gloved hands clutched the edge of his desk. His grip was tight, the wood dug into his palms. Sweat beaded at his hairline as he slowly lifted his gaze to meet the Seeker’s. “Cassandra.” Jaw clenched, he focused on slowing the ragged breaths escaping his lungs. Amber eyes radiated with a vulnerability that he seldom would allow himself to show. “I’m not sure if I’m strong enough to do this…”

[oflyrium-andlove]

"Cullen ... how is troop moral?"

The Commander sighed, looking up from his work. There was much to do but he always had time for the Lady Seeker. He rubbed the back of his neck. “They’re…adjusting. Having the mages here makes them uneasy. And I can’t blame them.”

[warrioroflondonbelow]

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😬 trying to hide a wound ​

The palm of Richard’s hand continued to rest upon the nearby wall, literally doing its best to keep his entire body upright, all the while his other hand was resting somewhere inside his coat. The young copper hunched over and let out another pained cough. Damn, it was really starting to hurt now. Still, at least he had lost the bastard a couple of streets away. No. He’d be fine... He just needed rest. He would be--

A familiar voice broke the weighted silence. “Miss Cassandra,” greeted Richard, turned on his heel and forcing a polite nod and smile at the woman. “Erm... I... I didn’t expect to see ye’ here.-- Me? Och. Y’know... Just... erm... Takin’ a wee stroll to clear my head.” While, it was true, he and Cassandra were wrapped up together in the midst of whatever the hell this was, the poor woman was in enough trouble as it was. The last thing Richard wanted was throwing more drama her way. “No, don’t worry I’m fine. I’m just a bit winded is all... I’ll-... I’ll be... AGH!” His hand pressed up against his side tightened. He could still feel the blood flowing. His blood. And Christ was there a lot of it. “Please, I’m fine. There’s no need to worry. I just need to get back home... Please... Cassie.... Just turn the other way and go home... I’ll just... I’ll...” Finally the Scotsman’s legs couldn’t hold his hunched figure up any longer. The last thing Richard remembered was moving forward to steal a step, before collapsing onto the cold pavement, his middle still burning from the gunshot wound.

[cassandra-hero]

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