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exsiliumlogs2012-12-29 07:32 am
raisedbybirds) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-12-29 07:32 am
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[CLOSED] Doctor doctor please, don't you know I just can't last
Date & Time: 26th, late in the evening
Location: Adam's party place
Characters: Adam Jensen, Samus Aran, SPECIAL GUEST DEATHWING
Summary: Adam had a nasty run in withdamn dirty dargons I mean Prestor. Samus plays damn dirty doctor... no wait doctor.
Warnings: Fleshy bits and metal bits sticking out of them.
[Something broke.
His words seemed to echo in her head the moment she let herself in and saw Adam lying in his bed battered and bloodied, with a metal bar sticking up out of his chest in a way that was unnatural even for his already unnatural physique.
When she received his message and request for repairs, Samus was on patrol (something between patrol and the usual late-night rooftop brooding sessions). She really deliberated if this was worth her time; if this was another ploy of his, or some game he liked playing with her (not that she didn't sort of reciprocate in kind) but if it was she'd... well...
Samus would say she'd make it his last, but she wasn't sure that was right answer. Adam could be insufferable sometimes but he also had his merits. Even likeable ones. Concern and worry were beginning to override natural paranoia, so Samus bid her rooftop sanctuary a goodnight, slipped back inside her room to get some extra tools (expecting they'll see fair use) and slipped out as quietly as she came, hopefully all without disturbing Maya. Samus made haste for Adam's apartment, crunching old dirty snow under boot and taking what felt like a well-worn, familiar path by now.
It was late, it was dark, it was cold, and hopefully this wouldn't be a long night. Samus could at least take comfort in knowing there was a soft bed waiting for her at one place or the other, whether it was shared by another warm body or not.
...but not like this.]
Shit.
[Immediately, her brows furrow and she strides to the bedside, kneeling and cupping an uninjured part of his face--and even that assessment she wasn't sure of at first glance as she felt warm liquid at her finger tips. Her face may not show it, but there's obvious concern in her voice.]
What the hell happened, Adam?
Location: Adam's party place
Characters: Adam Jensen, Samus Aran, SPECIAL GUEST DEATHWING
Summary: Adam had a nasty run in with
Warnings: Fleshy bits and metal bits sticking out of them.
[Something broke.
His words seemed to echo in her head the moment she let herself in and saw Adam lying in his bed battered and bloodied, with a metal bar sticking up out of his chest in a way that was unnatural even for his already unnatural physique.
When she received his message and request for repairs, Samus was on patrol (something between patrol and the usual late-night rooftop brooding sessions). She really deliberated if this was worth her time; if this was another ploy of his, or some game he liked playing with her (not that she didn't sort of reciprocate in kind) but if it was she'd... well...
Samus would say she'd make it his last, but she wasn't sure that was right answer. Adam could be insufferable sometimes but he also had his merits. Even likeable ones. Concern and worry were beginning to override natural paranoia, so Samus bid her rooftop sanctuary a goodnight, slipped back inside her room to get some extra tools (expecting they'll see fair use) and slipped out as quietly as she came, hopefully all without disturbing Maya. Samus made haste for Adam's apartment, crunching old dirty snow under boot and taking what felt like a well-worn, familiar path by now.
It was late, it was dark, it was cold, and hopefully this wouldn't be a long night. Samus could at least take comfort in knowing there was a soft bed waiting for her at one place or the other, whether it was shared by another warm body or not.
...but not like this.]
Shit.
[Immediately, her brows furrow and she strides to the bedside, kneeling and cupping an uninjured part of his face--and even that assessment she wasn't sure of at first glance as she felt warm liquid at her finger tips. Her face may not show it, but there's obvious concern in her voice.]
What the hell happened, Adam?
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[What. No what...? Ice-cream parlor? Who was Meg? Was he delirious, or just that tired? This was one of those situations Samus didn't encounter very often--a sleepy guy snuggled up between her boobs muttering about nonsense with no sign of letting her go.
Her brows furrow, and she looks around the rest of his bedroom as if someone was watching, or if there'd even be anything to help her figure out the best course of action. Nothing, of course, would. Not even a crowbar to pry him off with.
Maybe Samus didn't really want to do that, as her mind goes back to what he said, prickling at her curiosity. Ultimately she slumps, relaxing and propping herself up on her elbows on his sides, her and bosom ready to humor him.]
Ice-cream, huh?
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[ Oh and snuggle into her bosom he does, because wow aren't they just soft and squishy and comfortable, even if they make it somewhat hard to breathe--but naturally that's no real problem for him.
After a while though--thankfully--he seems to be really off to cyborg dreamland now and his grip around Samus, pulling her close seems to loosen up somewhat and his arms fall down to rest on the mattress.
Sleepytime is now. ]
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Samus is pretty sure this is the case, but she didn't feel content leaving his side. What if something went wrong with the repairs? What if whatever he picked a fight with tried to track him down and finish the job? What if it was late and she was a little tired herself and didn't really have anything pressing going on back at the apartment...?]
...
[Carefully, Samus rolls off to his side, slipping an arm under his neck, settled her chin on top of his head and curled up next to him. Ice-cream, she probably wouldn't dream about, but it felt... nice... sharing a bed with someone. Hopefully she wouldn't get used to it.
Sweet dreams.]