Could today get any worse? The answer is yes with the day ending in a humiliation round for RED that thankfully never lasted too long. But as stubborn as the scout is, Angel refused to roll over and be cornered by some shithead with a sadistic streak.
Which is most likely how the young man ended with two glass shredded palms and one gash on the right outer thigh. All from hauling ass through a shattered window in order to escape a too happy fire spreading BLU pyro before the after round ended. To describe the pain radiating from the effected areas, especially his hands, is too hot. Paint the obvious.
Sheesh, Angel would rather take a fist scrapping beatdown over this crap. But still preferable than burning to death. Funny how that works. Still hardly stops him from cussing under his breath, wearily making his way back deeper into RED in hopes of finding a medkit or something. Talking the tiny bits of glass out if going to really suck. Especially with the wound having a possibility of glove fibers stuck in them too.
“flowery hair decorations” Chonky bby boi needs a flower crown.
Send “flowery hair decorations” for my muse to braid flowers into your muse’s hair.
💙Taking full advantage of having the deliciously massive medic at a height level she could reach his hair, the leggy minx slid herself behind him on the railing he stood leaning against. Her bare flawless legs coming to slide over either of his shoulders to "pin" him in place, as she adoringly ran her long nails through his hair to help ease any surprise he might feel at suddenly being pinned by legs. With his head more or less being held in place by her thighs, the devious vixen began to weave strands of his hair around the stems of the flowers she had brought with her. Looking positively beside herself as she began to decorate his head how she wanted, as her silly side slipped out at the chance.
“Do you have a death wish wearing no coat?” Then proceeds to offer her his giant coat that probably covers her from neck to ankles.
Perhaps it was ill advised to have ventured out in the snow wearing as little as she did. Despite the warm lining of her stockings and the thicker sweater she adorned, there was no denying the bite she felt from the frigid winter air. Even as she tried to do just that as her sea lined shores rose up to greet the unpleased ARC Medic. There having been far too many years of practice pretending she was always fine, to simply give it up now. Regardless of the plainly obvious fact that her petite button nose was as red as the lapels of the coat he offered her.
Before she could utter a single breath in polite protest, Charlotte found the weight of his jacket already across her shoulders. For a minute appearing momentarily bewildered and amused at the sheer size difference between them when the garment nearly touched the ground. For the brief second allowing a sweeter tone to soften her face as she gingerly adjusted the blissfully warm coat to better rest on her shoulders. "Thank you, Mr.Grimm. I appreciate the concern. Though, won't you be cold now without your coat? I wouldn't want you to freeze on my account."
The darkness of the night blanketed the sky and let the moon shine on the earth below. The stars came out to twinkle and flash their beauty at anyone who wished to marvel at them. The night was his playground. He could walk around without the fear of the sun harming him and he wasn't tired all the time. Vinzenz grew up with a different schedule that was hard to adjust to Mann Co.'s regulations, but on rare occurrences like this, he didn't have to worry about missing the next shift. The weekend had rolled around and he could do whatever he damn well please, whenever he wanted to. So of course he wanted to spend it with his most beloved partner.
Clawed fingers slid up Aldrich's pale chest and over his shoulders. Fiery embers studied the body before him, in his naked state. The chill of the cool air did not faze him, regardless of his lack of clothes as well, for he was burning up inside. His body was aching for him. He needed to feel his skin against his, become intoxicated off of his kisses, shudder under his touch. He knew he wasn't a sexual person like he was, so these moments were something he treasured.
The Medic straddled his lap and ground his hips down onto Al's pelvis. That delicious friction between them sent shivers down his spine, made his erection twitch against the other's. His chest heaved an exhale. "Aldrich..."
Either it was the heat of the moment or he truly felt this way, but Vin felt something bubble in his gut and he had to make it known to his lover. It lifted to his chest and it sat there, waiting to be said. His fingers traced the outlines of his muscles. "So beautiful. You are perfect to me. You know that? Every crevice....every line....every detail....every bump and imperfection, they are perfect. My sweet Liebling. I love everything about you."
He suddenly peeled away from him and pressed his palm on the flat of his chest to coax him back on the bed. "Let me look at you, darling. Let me just....."
Scarlet painted lips started at his collarbone and kissed a trail to his sternum. The pale canvas under him was just waiting for his lips and hands, to leave lipstick stains and gentle red lines all over; maybe a few hickeys too. "This chest, so warm with a beating heart. How it rises and falls with each breath you take. Perfect to fall asleep on, ja? But oh these arms. These strong arms."
He trailed his claws gingerly down his right arm, noting how his veins were raised along his muscles. "They hold me so tenderly. They could crush a boulder, and yet, they are so gentle with me. I love feeling them wrapped around me," he slid down his wrist to his hand and held it, bringing it up to his lips to kiss his knuckles. "And these hands. Calloused and firm. Hard on the outside--" he turned his hand over and laid out his palm, "--but soft on the inside." He kissed his palm.
The night was young and he was just getting started.
Klaus stared back into those golden eyes. There was something off-putting abut them. Something that wasn’t particularly human, something unnatural.
In all honesty, Klaus was about to leave, letting the stubborn RED Medic fend for himself, but the RED slowly took a seat on the crate. Klaus supposed that blink was as much as he’d get out of him.
Klaus knelt beside the crate, inspecting the wound. “How did it happen?” he asked, but he somehow felt he wouldn’t be getting an answer out of the RED Medic. Then again, it didn’t exactly matter how it happened, Klaus just had to do his best to clean it. And possibly treat it if the RED allowed him.
Not officially on the books, but more or less unwritten knowledge that the Scout had now finally passed her doctorate. However, attempting to tell that to members of RED she’d made friends with along the way was going to be difficult...
Well, a difficult job was worth it in the end!
Sure she picked up a few bruises here and there, and her cheekbone was recovering nicely from a black-eye a week or so back. So things weren’t all terrible! Not when she finally caught a break to go and speak with her favorite grumpy looking brick-house of a Medic.
“Mr.ARC!” Elliot tried to surprise him from behind, bounding up with endless energy, now adorning in a jacket that was not something she’d recovered and stitched to fit her. It was fully fledged, with an emblem and everything! “Guess who finally became a full fledged Mediccc~”
