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a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now.
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Jun 9, 2015 2:06:31 GMT -5
Post by christian reisling on Jun 9, 2015 2:06:31 GMT -5
he runs until he's breathless and ready to collapse. he's clutching his chest, blood drying from a fresh wound. blood dribbles down the side of his face but he couldn't care less, ducking into the alleys as he watches his pursuers run past. safe at last. his foot feels funny, hobbling back to the dilapidated shack he calls home with a bitter fondness.
christian drops the loaf of bread on the table and slumps onto the rickety chair, groaning under his slight form. he clutches the side of his head with a grimy towel to try and cease the bleeding, shallow breaths filling the stale air. his vision flickers and a migraine nags at the back of his mind. day is turning to dusk, but the gloom of the outer ring makes light and dark indiscernible. everything looks the same once he stopped caring.
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Jun 10, 2015 7:36:15 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on Jun 10, 2015 7:36:15 GMT -5
ciaran gives a polite knock-- one, two, three-- and then slowly lets the door swing open, pale eyes blinking in the darkness. this shack, it's not...it's not what a retired soldier deserves, but it's nothing that surprises him. he's lived in these sort of dives himself.
"...sir?" old habits die hard. his eyes adjust quickly to the low lighting, and, squinting, ciaran thinks he sees red-brown against the elder's pale skin. "are you...all right?" immediately the soft smile he's accustomed to wearing slips off his face, replaced by something more akin to a mother's scolding frown. with a sigh he sets the small pot of soup on the ground (the sorry, dilapidated excuse of a table isn't trustworthy enough), his muscles crying with relief.
with the experience of a man who's seen the field one too many times he rips the sleeve of his shirt to make a makeshift bandage and approaches slowly. it was old, anyway
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Jun 10, 2015 10:40:39 GMT -5
Post by christian reisling on Jun 10, 2015 10:40:39 GMT -5
god, he's worth more than this. christian clutches his head and lets the wound bleed, just barely applying pressure to the wound. he used to be so much more - a captain, a leader - and now he's nothing but dust behind the cupboard no one cleans.
well, all except one. christian thinks he just can't let go. the dying should just be let go, but christian can't convince himself, let alone ciaran. he is a murky figure at the door, a looming shadow in his blurred vision. it must be a nightmare, christian reasons. at night, horrors come for him and try to swallow him whole.
he backs away like a frightened animal, hunched over looking worse for wear. in his mind, ciaran is his pursuer, cornering hin over bread. the rickety chair clatters onto the ground. he responds to ripping fabric with a feral hiss, his hands roving his body for his weapon. they are no dual wielded blades. christian has learnt to make do - any sharp object will suffice.
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Jun 11, 2015 13:40:19 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on Jun 11, 2015 13:40:19 GMT -5
ciaran swallows, scrambling for something to snap christian out of the trance he's in even as fear makes his hands tremble. that could be you, a traitorous little voice in the back of his mind says, one move wrong, and...
"christian, it's me." there is a small note of desperation in his voice. ciaran's not one to use first names, much less with someone who used to be his superior-- but this calls for something more drastic. he doesn't move from his spot, instead spreading his hands, palms up in a gesture of goodwill. "captain." ciaran pauses, searching for a reaction, anything. "captain reisling. it's only me." his heart pounding, he slowly lowers himself to his knees, expression soft. "private callaghan. newbie, remember?"
"you're home. you're safe." his knuckles are white, fingers digging into the ripped cloth in his hand.
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Jun 12, 2015 9:35:09 GMT -5
Post by christian reisling on Jun 12, 2015 9:35:09 GMT -5
his vision is muddled, a frenzied mess. sounds are massive, bright blots of colour marring his vision and confusing him further. like a cornered animal, christian balks, refusing to accept this. he sees ruin stretch farther than his eyes can view. the air reeks of the dead.
his own hands are bloody. the veteran's frame shudders violently as he hears people calling him. captain, captain, he hears - that's him. the spots in the corner of his eyes are fading out, and he can see the figure of another before him. his lips curl downwards in a frown. the only people he wants to see kneeling before him are the royals, the upper class who deserve only his spit and his boot to their faces.
"get up," he grumbles, although his own foot calls it quits on him. christian jerks backwards and grabs something for support - the table, ciaran, whichever will hold. his entire body shakes as he tries to steady his breathing, ragged and heavy. he doesn't want to see himself begging. christian isn't quite ready to stoop that low.
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Jun 19, 2015 21:14:44 GMT -5
Post by ciaran callaghan on Jun 19, 2015 21:14:44 GMT -5
relief courses through him-- it seems the worst is over. ciaran allows himself a smile, soft, gentle, though a picturesque expression of surprise paints itself on his features when christian's fingers curl around his arm in their search for a grip, and he quite nearly goes down with him. but the strength of his body prevails and they are upright, his own hands steadying against the table and on christian. ciaran frowns. too thin.
"have you been eating?" the words come out in a concerned tumble, his brows furrowing. "i haven't been bringing you my soup as often as i've wanted to..." he is distraught, breaking away from the other man to wring his hands. "you sit down," he commands, putting his hands on his hips and turning away to make himself busy. "you're too skinny to be wasting anymore of your energy, and i need to take a look at that foot of yours, and..." ciaran continues to blabber, more to himself than to the man he's halfheartedly scolding.
in moments there is a hot bowl of soup being thrust towards christian.
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Jun 21, 2015 8:18:05 GMT -5
Post by christian reisling on Jun 21, 2015 8:18:05 GMT -5
he feels stupid for being so weak. how he yearns to hold his head up again like a dignified human, but he is but a slave to this government. "i eat what i can." - by which, he means little to none. he looks small against ciaran's frame, nourished by the army's welfare, but christian wouldn't give up civilian life if it means to be in that hell again.
christian wants to protest about ciaran bringing him soup, but the shorter man doesn't have the energy to do it. he slumps into his rickety chair with a bit of hobbling, reaches for the loaf of bred he has on the table. he breaks off a piece to scarf down. mother can just have a little less, her illness is bound to kill her instead of hunger.
he cradles the offering of soup like it's treasure. christian looks at the soup as though it will give him answers. it doesn't. his hands are shaking from unsettled nerves as he raises the spoon to his mouth, taking the first swallow. warm liquid fills his soul, warms the coldest depths of his heart. "it's good," he mumbles, mouth full. soup dribbles from the corner of his mouth. he laps every last drop up.
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Post by ciaran callaghan on Jun 29, 2015 9:07:41 GMT -5
he smiles, a soft upturn of lips and warmth in his eyes. "i'm glad."
and then ciaran is busy again, brushing a sweaty lock of hair out of his eyes and puttering around the tiny residence, tutting and clucking like a mother hen. "i have plenty of other recipes to try-- you can taste test them all, of course," he pauses, shaking the soreness from his arms (a pot of soup like that is no small charge, after all!) and fixing his gaze on christian.
"family?" he asks, cocking his head? the lighting is still dim, somewhere between sensual and sinister, and he squints. it never occurred to him that there might be others he had forgotten to feed-- the thought mortified him. "didn't you say a long time ago that you had a mother?" |
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a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now.
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Jul 6, 2015 21:49:20 GMT -5
Post by christian reisling on Jul 6, 2015 21:49:20 GMT -5
christian's hands shake out of habit as he stares at the liquid in his bowl making inconsequential waves. he's hungry - even the slightest of drops on his hands he licks clean, too prudent to waste any of it. he keeps one gray eye following ciaran as he makes himself comfortable around his shitty abode. he keeps his head low, like this is all an embarrassment to him.
"she's sleeping," he grumbles, jerking his head towards the dark room at the back. she's bedridden, anyway, so christian just checks every hour to make sure she's still breathing. "you want to say hi?"
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