Closed RP w/Halfpintscorner
Despite his efforts to project an air of health, he was fading fast. Th shroud that had begun to overtake his senses was only dulling them more and more with each second that ticked by. His sight, once beholding the sight of his friend, only seemed to show darkness. Despite the young troll’s fingers slowly digging into his arm, he hardly felt her touch. Thoughts had slowed to a crawl, not able to take reality for the time being.
He’s never been good at hiding, though. The flames had followed him into his unconsciousness; it’s only want seeming to be to cause pain. What pain he did feel, no matter how short the experience, his mind fervently recreated. He could feel the heat creeping up his blistered hand, leaving in its wake noting but searing pains and leathered skin.
Part of his mind wanted to be comforted. It…..hoped, that she was there. The fewer sane vestiges of his mind were left hoping that she was doing something. Some parts of him wondered if she was even there to begin with. Maybe she was just a delusion he conjured up in his last moments. With his mind being slowly overtaken by greater amounts of pain, he couldn’t know.
Even the moments of her second rescue never seemed to register with him; his mind reduced to nothing more than a mound of flesh, too busy torturing its host with nightmares and hellfire.
She had ran back in just as quickly as she left, Holding gauze, ointments, water and other things that could properly treat a burn.
She set the items on the coffee table and quickly knelt down, Brushing the hair out of his face to put a damp wash cloth on his forehead, She couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment as his facial expression twitched slightly.
She slowly pulled his sleeve up, Gasping as she saw the large burn across his wrist, She figured she wouldn’t waste anymore time and get to work. She grabbed another damp wash cloth, Dipping it in the bowl of warm water beside her so she could clean off his wrist.
She watched him jerk a bit as he breathed in sharply from the sudden pain, Shooshing him quietly as she continued to clean the burnt flesh.
Quickly applying the aloe based ointment afterwards, She began to apply the gauze as gently as she could, Wrapping his entire wrist up and sighing.
"Half pint? A-are you awake..?"
Despite the troll’s soft words wafting past his ears, he heard nothing. The cold oozing of the ointment and the familiar sting of rubbing alcohol; nothing. The damp cloth colliding with his fevered skin drew no reaction. Her fingers gliding across his skin while her hands swiftly bandaging his pustules and leathered skin warranted not a single twitch from the man.
Every second that ticked by for the troll, seemed to last tenfold for Half-Pint. In spite of her question hanging limply in the silence between the two, he didn’t race to answer it. He couldn’t. Nothing seemed to stir within the walls of his skull. Racing thoughts, stood still. The flames, formerly engulfing his perceived being, had vanished.
His consciousness knew that there would be pain. It wanted to feel it, needed to feel it. But, there was nothing. Not a single feeling of agony. No searing heat charring his skin. No unbearable heat weighing down on his senses; no tepid attempts at gasping for air.
"Nothing" seemed to be the word of the day for what little thought he could hold onto. What those thoughts were, in terms of mindfulness, was dominated by anger. Impatience and toddler-like rage was all that his saner vestiges of thought could feel.
'Oh god, this is infuriating!! You cannot be this pathetic. Wake up, man! I said, wake up!'
Without warning, the bodiless voice’s words ricocheted off the ramparts of the little man’s cranium; shaking loose the maw of nothingness that encased his mind. His thoughts suddenly roaring to life, a shock of excitement ran down Half-Pint’s spine. All of his muscles seemed to contract and tighten at once, causing his form to stiffen and shake.
Pins you against the wall and kisses you. ((Pass it on the the first ten on your dash))((omg xD))
With an impressive display of speed, the Doctor pinned Half-Pint to the TARDIS walls. “What the fu-” The little man’s sentence is cut off as the other locks lips with him; words falling to the floor with a proverbial thud.
Even though it was unannounced, Half-Pint didn’t seem that irritated. Just as he felt his legs go wobbly, The Doctor pulls back. “I-I….” Half-Pint sputters out, his face a shade of red so bright that tomatoes would be jealous; to copy a friend.
"W-Well…..that’s an introduction.”
Mumford and Sons inspired M!A List. Anon decides duration if not specified.
Sigh No More: Muse suddenly feels the urge to confess to and apologize about all the things they've done wrong.
The Cave: Muse has a new opinion on the world! If they were a cynic, they're now overly positive & vice versa.
Winter Winds: Muse has two voices in their head. One is saying yes and the other no. As a result they're extremely indecisive about things.
Roll Away Your Stone: Your muses world is being consumed by darkness. They're going blind! Muse has four hours to reconcile with an enemy before it's too late.
White Blank Page: Muse is suddenly enraged and violent! Stay away before they hurt someone!
Little Lion Man: Muse thinks they've ruined everything. They become depressed and lock themselves away, just so they wont fuck anything else up.
Dust Bowl Dance: Your muse has committed murder, and they're confessing to it.
Babel: Muse has no weaknesses for one hour. They can go and do as they please, without worrying about consequences.
Whispers In The Dark: Muse's heart is freezing! They need a kiss from a certain someone to warm it up again before they die! (Anon chooses certain someone.)
Lover of the Light: You're a moth! Well, you're drawn to the light like a moth anyway. Hopefully someone will keep you safe so you don't burn yourself alive!
Lover's Eyes: Muse sees the world through someone else's shoes for a whole say. (Anon decides who)
Hopeless Wanderer: Your muse is miles from home, and they don't know how they got there. They don't remember the way back.
Broken Crown: Muse is a brainwashed assassin. They only have one thing on their mind - kill. (Anon decides who they wish to kill)
For Those Below: Muse is insane! They're seeing hallucinations, and hearing music that isn't there.
Do you ever just read other people’s writing and then look back at your own and go:
Half-Pint was running for too long.
His legs began to ache more and more, his muscles struggling to carry him forward any further. With each step, he could feel his hearts pounding harder and harder. He didn’t dare steal a glance of his chaser, for fear of getting pounced on in his moment of hesitation.
His could hear his instincts screaming at him, telling him exactly the way he could end this quickly. Their non-existent voice whispering to him to just end this idiotic chase. Irritated and running out of breath, the little man draws his pistol and spins around.
"Enough of this!" he yells, an audible growl permeating his words. "This is asinine. Just leave me alone!" He had no intentions of hurting the stranger, but his finger was slowly curling around the trigger. "I don’t know who you’re working for, but if you intend to leave here unharmed, I suggest you walk away now."
Emotionally shatter my muse. Break them. Hurt them. Give them a nightmare that will haunt them. Make them cry. Make me regret asking you for this!
do you ever just watch someone on your dash and you just want to rp with them and you realise you’re not good enough and you kind of just
Hi there! Hope today was good and that you had a lovely feast and didn't have to suffer through too much boring conversation. Ta now, Miss A
OOC: (( Hello again, Miss A! Yesterday was well enough, although boring conversation and stomach aches were aplenty. However, I do hope that you had a good Thanksgiving as well as a good Hanukkah so far. That is, if you celebrate it.
And, I just wanted to apologize for not properly responding to your earlier questions. I have some semblance of responses typed up, but they’ve yet to be perfect. Don’t worry though, I received them all the same!
And, I know I’ve said this a dozen times over, but I absolutely love talking to you. Your messages always bring a smile to my face, no matter how bad my day has been.