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memeswearhouse ([personal profile] memeswearhouse) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-12-11 12:53 am

Hurt Comfort

Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.

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- Roll 1-10 at RNG for a scene, play it out and have fun!

1. INJURY. You've been injured. Broken bones or bleeding out or maybe just a tiny little papercut. The choice is yours.
2. SICKNESS. You're sick and laid up in bed, at home or in a hospital. The severity is up to you.
3. FEAR/ANXIETY. Something is happening and you're scared beyond belief.
4. LOSS OF SENSES. Sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell, etc. You've lost some important sense or ability and now you're left to deal with it.
5. DESPAIR. Nothing is good or right anymore and you can't shake the depression. Maybe that friend of yours can help though...
6. BREAKUP. You've been dumped. You need someone to comfort you, possibly by the one who dumped you.
7. MAKE UP. Fight or break up, it's time to makeup.
8. RESCUED. You've just been held captive and/or tortured for however long and finally, someone has come to the rescue.
9. BAD ROMANCE. Fight, cheated on, abused, whatever the case is, someone else can clearly see you need comfort from someone who isn't your terrible lover tonight.
10. LOSS. You've experience a loss of some kind and need help getting through it.
11. INSANITY. You're seeing things that aren't really there, hearing voices, or you're just convinced you're at your wit's end finally and you're going to crack. Maybe someone can give you a helping hand.
12. TIRED. You've had a heard life recently and you're just worn too thin to really care anymore. There's no fight left in you anymore. Can someone help change your mind?
13. ADDICTION. Drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, or any other type of addiction has got you in its grasp. First time or relapse. Will someone be able to save you?
14. INSOMNIA. You can't sleep anymore, no matter how hard you try. Maybe someone can give you company.
15. NIGHTMARES. Or, on the other end of the spectrum, you can't sleep without gruesome, horrible nightmares. Either someone is stuck in your dream with you, witnessing it or they're just waking you up, soothing you out of it.
16. BLACKMAIL. You've been caught doing something you shouldn't and you were blackmailed because of it
17. SEPARATION. You're going to be separated for awhile or were separated for a long time. Either make up for lost time or try to spend every last moment together.
18. VIOLATED. You've been violated in some way. Can include sexual overtones or not. Can someone help you through it?
19. STRANDED. You've been stranded somewhere remote, with no help of anyone finding you for awhile. Can you survive this together?
20. SINS. You're feeling the weight of your sins and guilt clearer than ever. Can someone give you absolution or lessen the ache any?
21. SECRET. It's difficult having to keep that secret of yours, be it a relationship or something you just don't want to share with anybody else. Maybe it's okay to talk about it now though...
22. ADDITION. Babies should be joyous things unless you're in a situation where you know you won't be able to care for them. Either you've adopted or found out you're pregnant.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-12-11 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
((Okay! I guess 'injured' makes the most sense, then. He lives in NY but we can set it somewhere else as needed, I don't know where she lives. Hope this works?))

His battles with Morganians are, fortunately, fewer and far between these days, but sometimes Maxim Horvath is caught out. Once in a while he jokes that he's gotten soft in his old age, but it's the truth that he's just not the fighter he once was. Time and injury have worn him down, and while he still usually holds his own, it's getting to be a close thing.

A sorcery battle is no small thing, and while they try to be more subtle and fight unobserved in the modern era, the warping of ley lines and the discharge of magical energy are a red flag on the senses of anyone else in the area familiar with magic. This one is three-against-one, odds he would have brushed off a century ago, but today it's giving him trouble. Horvath has killed one of the men he's fighting, and knocked another one out, but the last sorcerer is a woman, still on her feet and blasting at his shields. An earlier blow has knocked Horvath down, and it's too hard getting up again so he's clumsily on one knee, trying to catch his breath and reduced to playing defense.
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[personal profile] wonderfullywicked 2014-12-11 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)
(NY works, I've never fully settled on where Hudson lives beyond 'city,)

The magic she was feeling was unlike anything Hudson had ever experience before, and so she thought it only fair she be excused for indulging her curiosity. The battle she happened across looked like something out of the stories her grandmother used to tell about the history of magic. By which she meant way out of her league.

The smart thing to do, she knew, would be to hurry away and hope neither of them had noticed her peeking out from behind the modern art sculpture. Her magic wasn't anywhere on par with this; she made charmed knitwear for a living. She didn't even know who they were or why they were fighting. It would be utterly foolish to get involved.

Bright lights exploded around the sorceress's face like fireworks, enough to how ever briefly blind and deafen her. No one had ever accused Hudson of being particularly pragmatic.

She hoped distracting the sorceress would be enough to help the man all her instincts were telling her to place her bets with, but if not... Hudson frantically cast ever protection spell she knew on the man from her meager hiding spot, cursing the entire minimalist art movement.
Edited 2014-12-11 21:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-12-11 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Magic, even Horvath himself has instructed, need not be big and powerful to be effective. The lights made the woman falter, snarling a curse and utterly losing her concentration. It was only a brief moment of distraction, but it was enough.

Only vaguely aware of the sudden unexpected extra shields, the man on the ground dropped his own defensive magic, gathering a ball of crackling blue light in one hand in a matter of seconds. By the time he let the plasma bolt fly, it was too late to defend against it, and the woman he'd been fighting cried out in pain before collapsing. A few lingering crackles of blue light danced over the stilled form, briefly, like dissipating electricity.

Rather than gloating over his success, the man on his knees cringed, looking as if he instantly regretted the blow. On the other hand, in the heat of battle there weren't many other options. His breath came in a heavy wheeze, and he was bleeding from half a dozen cuts, some deeper than others.
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[personal profile] wonderfullywicked 2014-12-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Hudson held her breath, waiting for the silence to break, and indicate that the battle was still going. When nothing came she peeked out once more from her hiding place, relieved to find the fight over in his favor. She was less relieved to see the sorcerer still on his knees, in seriously rough shape.

In for a penny, in for a pound she decided, not giving herself time to think better of it as she left her hiding place.

"So it would totally be a dick move to shoot lightning at me after I helped distract that lady for you." She commented by way of greeting. It seemed smarter to announce her presence from a distance rather than simply run over and hope he didn't take her for an enemy, she thought, eyeing the bodies on the ground. "Especially when I have healing spells and Advil." A witch always trusts her gut, she reminded herself, and hoped she wasn't making a mistake.

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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-12-12 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Her first instinct just might be right, as one hand rose again and one of the many rings on it began to glow. The gesture was a defensive one though, and after a moment her words registered, and he eyed her warily while still struggling to catch his breath. "...Thank you." The low voice cracked, and he looked slightly sheepish. He'd be better at talking once he recovered a little.

Reluctantly dropping his gaze- and the attempt at gathering more power for a shield, he began to grope around for his dropped cane. He wasn't likely to get to his feet without it, after all. Also it bought him time to get his breath back and consider what to make of this unexpected aid.
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[personal profile] wonderfullywicked 2014-12-12 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Approaching slowly, the way one might a large dog they weren't quite familiar with, Hudson tried not to consider how monumentally stupid she was being right now. "Happy to help." Maybe, probably; she'd find out soon enough whether she'd done the right thing.

Fiddling with the jar of Advil she'd pulled from her bag, she eyed the bodies strewn around. "Were either of those guys on your side?" she asked, wondering just what the odds against him had been, and if they were going to have to drag anyone anywhere. She said we, because she couldn't imagine him carrying anyone with that cane.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-12-12 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"...No. No, I'm afraid not..." He's wheezing a little less, as he catches his breath enough to at least carry on a conversation. The cane has a silver dragon head for a handle, but it is very much a functional thing, and once he has it he starts trying to lever himself to his feet. He's dizzy, bleeding, puffing, and his left leg seems to be stiff and less maneuverable than it should be. He can't carry anyone. Just getting himself up and walking feels like a challenge right now.

Up closer he's a big bear of a man, broad-shouldered and noticeably overweight, but also middle-aged and greying a little in the close-cropped beard and at his temples. He's rumpled and cut and bleeding, as if somebody's slashed at him with a very sharp knife, but he's wearing a tweed three-piece suit and a tie. He looks, apart from the heavy rings on nearly every finger, like a tenured professor or a librarian, somebody bookish who doesn't get much physical exercise.

Of course, if he does turn threatening, he's obviously pretty easy to knock down. "You're... not with them, clearly. But you were under no obligation... to help me, either..." He's grateful, just distracted by pain.
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[personal profile] wonderfullywicked 2014-12-12 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
So he was even more powerful than she'd first thought then. Which was impressive enough without taking into account he looked like someone teenagers would shoot spit-balls at. "Yeah, well the alternative was leaving you to die so..." she trailed off awkwardly, not sure what to say. It wasn't like it was a decision she'd given an overly detailed amount of thought. It had just- it had felt like the right thing to do, so she'd done it. "I'm Hudson." she said to fill the silence.

"Right, okay you look like you're going to fall over, time for a healing spell. Don't freak out on me." she babbled just a little nervous that he'd take any unexpected magic she cast as an attack. Clearly he had enemies. The face of the watch around her neck glowed slightly, as she cast. "It's not much but it should at least take the edge off for now" she added, half apologizing.
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-12-12 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maxim Horvath. Merlinian." He gave up trying to get up with a sigh, and just rested on his knees, both hands gripping the cane for balance. The truth was he felt like he was going to fall over, and it was easier to just bow his head against the handle of the cane and let the healing energy flow over him. It was a particularly vulnerable position and he knew it, but he was past caring for the moment. It seemed unlike an enemy would try to heal him first, so he was willing to take the girl on trust, for now.

"Thank you." He managed again, once the pain receded to something less distracting. He was starting to get his breath back, now. He'd definitely felt better, but not being in danger of bleeding out in an alley was an improvement. "...I'm not going to hurt you." He added after a moment's thought, wearily lifting his head again. "They came after me for... an item I'm guarding. I don't attack without provocation, I assure you."
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[personal profile] wonderfullywicked 2014-12-12 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Very old school then, she thought, feeling her eyebrows raise up bit at the pronouncement. "Good to know." She said eyeing the bodies. "Not to rush you, but we should probably get out of here before those guys wake up then." She did a doublet ake as something occurred to her. "If they're getting up. In which case we should really split. Something tells me the NYPD isn't very sympathetic to 'they were evil sorcerers' as a defense plea.

He wasn't in any state to get anywhere by himself, that much was obvious, and probably wasn't making it too far even with her help. "Is there somewhere close I can help you to?" She asked, kneeling down, ready to help him up, let him lean on her, if he would take the aid. "Somewhere we can patch you up?"

In for a penny in for a pound, she thought hysterically. "My apartment is only a couple blocks away." She offered as an alternative, wondering vaguely if he was going to start suspecting this of being a plot to steal his whatever was important enough to warrant the interest of three high level sorcerers. That would be just the thing wouldn't it?
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-12-12 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
More old school, even, than she was probably imagining. A hand at his elbow was enough to rouse him into trying to get to his feet again, although he made an effort to lean on her as little as possible in the process. He didn't speak until he was up, looming over unintentionally and leaning heavily on the cane. Maybe a little extra support, or at least a steadying hand, would help. He was reluctant to rely too much on her though, just because of the size difference. The bodies received a quick glance, and a mild grimace. At least one would be getting up again, merely knocked unconscious, but they'd be left to devise some story that would be palatable to the police.

"I... home is further than that..." Horvath gave a sigh and shut his eyes, then opened them again in a hurry, when that seemed to make him dizzy. "I don't want... to impose..." He didn't want to impose, but he clearly wouldn't be getting far on his own.
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[personal profile] wonderfullywicked 2014-12-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
She probably looked like a Pomeranian trying to hold up a Saint Bernard. "Yeah, well, people who can barely stand don't have to worry about imposing." He was either imposing on her couch or the curb regardless of what he wanted so he might as well get the one with pillows. She'd always been a type to take in strays even if she'd been told her bedside manor could leave something to be desired.

"I'm down that way." she said, gesturing with the hand not steadying him. "Whenever you're ready, you set the pace big guy."
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[personal profile] bitterguardian 2014-12-13 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm... all right for a few blocks, I think." Mismatched though they might be, he seemed to need her at least for balance. He took barely a moment to get a deeper breath, though, before he started walking, his pace a slow rocking limp. Ordinarily the cane alone would have been enough, used more for balance than support, but just now he was feeling every blow from the fight, and too tapped out magically to teleport anywhere. He focused on moving forward, and let her direct their course, his gaze on the sidewalk before him. He was worn out, but he was also determined, and it might take her turning their path or he'd just keep walking past the place and keep going until his strength gave out. Pragmatism and a lack of bedside manner suited him just fine, since too much coddling would only embarrass him further. He felt guilty for needing rescuing as it was, and by a girl who'd been afraid to even get in arm's reach after.

As long as there weren't too many steps, and no flight of stairs to go up, he could manage to reach her couch, but he was going to be puffing again by the time he got there.