#n7comd

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 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 || accepting

@n7comd asked: ❛ Stop moving—if you do, I’ll let you go. Maybe. ❜

A low growl sounded in Rook's throat at those words, body straining to keep up his resistance, strong leg muscles the only thing keeping him from being truly pinned. They're tangled with Jayne's legs so he can't get his knees under him for leverage, one of Rook's arms pinned to the ground, other still free for now but Jayne has a grip on that wrist and is starting to apply force to get it down.

"Nope!" Rook replied with a cheeky grin, managing to wrest his arm free again before it touches the ground, but he can feel his muscles starting to lose strength. He was quite familiar with the fact that he wasn't physically stronger than Jayne but that wasn't going to stop him from making him work for his victory.

"Make me." And this time when he squirms beneath Jayne he makes sure to press his hips up, ever the tease, ever the brat.

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🌙 𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 — RP Meme Starters || accepting

@n7comd asked: “Don't cry for me. I was doomed from the start.”

"Shut up!" Rook growled out through gritted teeth. His blood soaked hands pressed equally blood soaked fabric firmly against Jayne's side, tears slipping down his cheeks; unbidden and certainly unwanted but unstoppable all the same. "I just got you back. I am not losing you again."

There's conviction in his tone, in the furrow of his brow and the hard edge in his eyes. Rook's mind whirled. Jayne was losing a lot of blood from the deep gash on his side, they were in no way close to the treehouse and without Trouble or Flocon.

"You stupid son of a bitch." The words leave Rook's mouth as he switched to keeping firm pressure with one hand so he could reach into his boot to pull out a dagger. He's not really angry at Jayne but he needs to get a little stress out some way. "You didn't need to come in like that. I told you I can take a hit, I was ready to dodge. Now I've gotta save your dumb ass."

Rook wrapped his hand around the blade of his dagger, lightning chroma sparking, heating the metal. It hurts him a little but he keeps hold until the blade is red hot. "When I remove the cloth I'm going to press the metal to the gash to cauterise the wound. It is going to hurt. A lot."

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@n7comd asked: *falls asleep against his shoulder*

He couldn't help the fond smile that crossed his face when he realised that Jayne had fallen asleep resting against his shoulder. Rook turned his head carefully just to look at him for a little bit, shifted ever so slightly so the position was more comfortable for them both, a warmth he had nearly forgotten filling his chest. It had been so long since he had experienced any human touch that wasn't hostile and Jayne, there was something familiar about this; something that settled into his bones and eased the tension in his body.

It isn't too long before Rook closed his eyes as well, always down for a nap or two during the day if it was needed, breathing evening out. In his unconscious state he took Jayne's hand in his own. He'd missed him, a lot. The one that got away, or more, the one he ran from.

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@n7comd said: [ 4. ] sender shoves receiver out of the way of a projectile. (hellooo!)

𝐀 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄    /    ACCEPTING ↷

Shit! Her reaction time is slower than usual from the earlier hit on the head she’s taken, and so when she hears the whir of the heavy weapon, she can tell she’s too slow to dive out of the way—

Wren comes fumbling down in a mess of armour and limbs, air knocked out of her lungs. Something whirs past, above; she can feel the speed of it ruffling her hair. Her visor display blinks furiously at her, in warning.

❝ Shit, Staf—... ❞    she says, with not enough breath in her lungs to fully vocalise the words,    ❝ Staford— ❞    He must have pushed her to ground. Wren gasps for breath, needing to speak  —  her eyes sting, the dry dirt of the uncharted world clouding them.    ❝ Staford, are you hit? ❞    She rolls on her stomach, blinking rapidly in effort to get the dirt out of her eyes, staying low behind the Mako. Is it more geth troops? She’d thought they’d gotten the last of them, after clearing the structures behind them, thought they could just drive back to the pick-up point. Of course there’s more of them... Of course there’s more hostiles, when she’s likely concussed and not at her peak to keep her squad safe...

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@n7comd asked: ✿✿✿

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  / [your muse] is the good influence  / [your muse] is the bad influence  / [my muse] is the good influence  / [my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  / [your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side] /  unrequited [from my muses side] /  unrequited [from both sides] /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ] /  soulmates  [ literal ] /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [on your muse] /  cheating [with your muse] /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [half] /  siblings [step] / [my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / [my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  / [my muse] is a parental figure to yours  / [my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  / [your muse] is taken under mines wing  / [my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

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༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters. || accepting

@n7comd asked: why are you being so gentle with me?

"Why wouldn't I be?"

Rook continued to change the bandage across Jayne's torso, the worst of his wounds from his fight and -- absorption of the nevron. He'd arrived at the scene just as human and nevron 'died', had rushed to Jayne's side to find him comatose but alive. Barely alive, but out here something was better than nothing. So he'd brought the slightly older man back to his treehouse, not a common thing Rook did for expeditioners, but he remembered Jayne from before he had left. At the very least there was some kind of rapore between them that may give Jayne pause when he learned Rook was still alive and working with both a gestral and nevron.

Flocon had remained outside while Jayne was recovering, a little grumpy about it but Rook didn't want to startle him if he woke suddenly and he wasn't around. Trouble at the very least didn't look scary, but he still kept a respectful distance.

"You're injured. And --" he paused for a moment, thinking over his words. "-- you were a good friend before I left Lumiere. I'm just sorry I didn't find you sooner, I could have... Saved you from all of this."

Rook sat back a little, eyes roaming his handiwork before he gave a small nod. "Won't be long before that won't need bandages anymore. Some of the stronger nevrons wounds take longer to heal than usual because of how they absorb our chroma."