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[doctorgreyminez]

What the hell are the F.B.I. doing here?

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"This was for you."

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"Can I kiss you?"

The book in his hand was closed as he turned his gaze towards Norman, slowly turning to face the other male. He pushed the book out of reach and stood up. Grasping Norman’s wrist and pulling him closer, Ruvik’s eyes softened as he stared. Being at mutual height, they were on even ground.

Norman didn’t often make requests concerning himself. He was always polite, of course; but he never made selfish requests. Not that this was selfish. It wasn’t. Not to Ruvik, anyway.

"…yes,” he replied, backing Norman against the desk he had been sitting at just moments before. “If you want it.”

[justicesought]

"Don't move. You'll just make it worse."

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" It’s nothing, " he forces himself to say, offering the stranger a weak smile.

Phoenix likes to think he’s been through worse — being tased by von Karma, the blow to the head by way of fire extinguisher, running across the burning bridge ( and proceeding to fall into the river below as it collapsed ), the hit and run, just about everything. A little blood never hurt him, right ? 

( I'm fine. . . I've had worse things happen to me. )

He feels weaker than usual, and this time, however, Phoenix might just have to admit that maybe, just maybe, this w a s the worst. Primarily due to two factors. 

1. ) He's never been in this much pain in his life.

There's a distinct ache in his right leg, and honestly, he's starting to think that the word ' ache ' is a bit of an under-exaggeration. He's restraining himself from saying anything far too vulgar out loud, but it's obvious from the twist of his lips — into an ugly, upset frown, teeth digging into his bottom lip so hard he's shocked he hasn't drawn blood yet.

He hasn't done much but allow his face to contort into a hurt expression, eyes scrunched and pained frown, clench his fist, and let out one brief hiss of pain the moment he'd tried to move.  

2. ) He has no idea what just happened.

Call it a memory lapse, call it amnesia, hell, call it trauma, if you're willing to employ such hyperboles.

Phoenix's recollection of the past five or ten minutes just simply doesn't exist. The more he tries to think of it, the more his head begins to throb, and he worse he'd find his current state. It's all radio static at this point, and on one hand he's starting to think that was for the better, but on the other hand, the lack of memory, or memories, for that matter, frightens him. He's not quite sure just how serious his injuries are, just how much trouble he'd managed to get himself in once again.

It's barely a moment after he forces a weak smile to the stranger that he freezes, with pure fear, and nothing but concern, looking up at him — and making damn sure he keeps his attention off the mess that has got to be his leg — ocean blues wide and eyebrows knitted with pure concern, speaking with a shaky voice. 

( Shit. )

" Is Trucy okay ? " The memory lapse had made him unsure if he was the only one injured or if there were any other injured parties. When he didn't immediately receive an answer, he pressed again, voice firmer, and more demanding:

" Forget about me. Go help my daughter. "

[dcuble]

"--I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not if you're not planning on getting pickpocketed."

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before I forget to mention this--I know I owe a starter or two I think? And there's an ask I need to rep to. I have not forgotten you and I'm not ignoring you. Just...writing essays this weekend. So I'm kinda of super busy. I'm actually in the middle of one right now lmao. its 3 am i should just go to sleep tbh. but yeah, i might get to those either tomorrow, or monday depending on how everything goes.

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-Nudges Norman forth to reverently set the symbol down- ❣

15: Kiss in the Rain (the generator landed that omf)

Sometimes, he needed to bask in the elements outside his home. Whether it was the sunlight of the fading dusk or the calm breeze of fall, Ruvik would get the urge to simply stand outside and experience whatever was there. Tonight, it happened to be the rain.

The calm drops that danced over him sent a numb chill through his damaged skin. He closed his eyes, head tilted back, and slowly he felt his clothing start to become soaked and stick to his skin. He heard Norman exiting the mansion in a hurry, could hear wet footsteps as Norman crossed the yard to get to Ruvik.

Norman was sliding a coat over Ruvik’s shoulders, requesting for him to join Norman back inside. He turned to look at the other man, and caught Norman’s wrist to pull him closer.

The other man didn’t protest when Ruvik dragged him into a sudden kiss, their matched height allowing Ruvik’s mouth to meet Norman’s with practiced ease. His hands slid up, cupping Norman’s wet cheeks as he deepened the kiss, the smell of damp earth all around them, and he felt gentle arms encircle him as Norman moved closer.

Norman was a saint for indulging Ruvik’s every whim. When the kiss was broken, he let the man lead him back into the mansion, back into the warmth, where Norman no doubt had a towel ready to dry them both off.