Sinews of consciousness sunk into his haze-filled mind. Sounds burst through the surface as bubbles breaking the barrier of darkness to a smoke-caressed sky. Green cracked open to cries for help and blood-stained fingers reaching into nothingness. And at the same time, all was silent. His ears were ringing, loud, reverberating tones that replaced the rattle of gunfire and moans of bombs. It sounded like water was rushing over him, but he knew from the smell of smoke that it was fire.
The heat blasted against his cheeks until he realized that it was Shula's breath. And then his eyes focused dully on the silhouette of her slender form. She was alive and okay...that was all that mattered. The ground was still vibrating under him from the motion of military mechanics and wheels as well as footfall. It hadn't been long. The ringing died out and he suddenly could hear her voice, but not understand her words. Muffled slurs of sounds that weren't his language filled the space in his winded mind. Not...his...language? English! "Please, Spade... Say SOMETHING!" He understood. And the fact that he could still interpret in this state sent a sly smile slithering onto his pale lips. He was a genius after all. Or...so they said.
"Your — " Ohjesusfuckingchristinheaven. His breath caught in his lungs as if stabbed by a fishing hook and he took a moment to stop the world. It whirled in so many separate ways all at once, that Spade felt himself moving to try and get away from how ruptured his equilibrium had become. Make it stop...make it — It crashed down to the ground again and the womanizer dug his nails into the soil, taking deep breaths to keep himself from passing out. His ribs were broken further, already weakened by the bullet that shattered one, and he was sure that he only had one lung. Blood oozed down his side and had even sunk into his pant leg and down to his boot. Sweat gathered on his forehead from the simple act of staying awake and he reached out and touched Shula's face. There ain't no way he was living through this. He smiled.
Everyone, meet Spade Aeries, my (usually) drunk detective and ultimately favorite OC I’ve ever made. He’s going to be in the novel I write someday. This was a scene I actually wrote in 2011 when I was living in Japan on my old roleplay forum. I’m going to be posting his bio at some point, but I’m actually going to work on my new whumptober character first, Segi. Stay tuned!
