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Starters

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🛋️ to sit next to my character
🤝 to hold hands with my character
🥱 to lay your head on my character’s shoulder
🫂 to hug my character
🥰 to cuddle with my character
💃 to dance with my character
🖐️ to give my character a backrub
👉 to tickle my character
👔 to adjust my character’s collar/tie/lapels
👂 to listen to my character’s heartbeat
💇 to play with my character’s hair
🫴 to help my character up after they fall down
💪 to pick my character up
⚔️ to “play fight” with my character
🥄 to spoon my character
🫳 to feel my character’s pulse
🥶 to share body heat with my character
🛁 to shower or bathe with my character
😴 to fall asleep on my character
🫱 to take an object from my character’s hand
❤️ to touch foreheads with my character
💓 to listen to my character's heartbeat
💏 to softly kiss my character's forehead
💋 to kiss my character on the lips
🤭 to caress my character's cheek
🌸 to offer my character a flower
💅 to paint my character's nails.
💗 to lean against my character
💝 to wrap an arm around my character
🤗 to hug my character from behind
🫂 to pick my character up and twirl them around
👰 to hold my character bridal style
🥞 to bring my character breakfast in bed
🤜 to give my character a noogie
🤏 to tickle my character
😋 to give my character their favorite snack

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[ if interested, feel free to pick any:

🫳 to feel my character’s pulse
🥶 to share body heat with my character
😴 to fall asleep on my character
🫱 to take an object from my character’s hand
🫴 to help my character up after they fall down ]

( ooc | going with a mix of the first three! let me know if anything needs to be changed. )

( things were never the same in that damn town, no matter how many times he felt he cycled through it. the sights were the same, the people he encountered were the same, and the end result of trying to find the mystery behind his dead wife was always the same. yet when he became comfortable in the terrifying familiarity, things always decided to change on him. through the sheer will of the town wanting to mess with him mind yet again, or through some miracle.

whatever it was that drew elektra to the town, he was grateful. it was because of her that the ‘cycle’ seemed to finally break and he finally was able to escape.

yet he was a broken mess of a man, both in body and spirit and as they made their way to the outskirts of the town, he found himself finally falling to his knees. he held onto a tree nearby, breathing heavily as he tried to gather his strength but after so much fighting and emotional distress, he was looking rough. )

I’m sorry, I can’t…shit I need to catch my breath.

( he looked up apologetically towards her, but as cold sweat dripped down his face, he couldn’t keep his head up for long. )

It’s so cold…

[ She didn't know what it was about that town that had drawn her in, and once there she couldn't even be sure how much time had passed. Part of her thought it was some kind of penance she was meant to pay, and that was what had gotten her stuck there. But once she'd crossed paths with James and they'd finally managed to escape - all her focus shifted to putting as much space as possible between them and the town that loomed in the distance.

But it was thick, dense forest that surrounded them; not easily traversed. When James collapses to his knees, she stops; assuming he just needs a moment. But as she glances down at him she's somewhat alarmed by the lack of color in his face and the sweat that forms across his brow.

Wordlessly, she crouches down, reaching for his hand as she presses back the layer of fabric covering his wrist. Fingers pressed over his pulse, she waits a few moments, silent. ]

Your pulse is slow.

[ Concern etched across her face, she feels his forehead with the back of her hand. ]

And you're freezing. [ This isn't good. They had miles to go likely before finding a road or familiar pathway out of here, and he's not going anywhere in his current condition. She hesitates a moment, as if debating on leaving him behind. A younger version of herself would have done so without a second glance. But the town had gotten to her too, gotten inside of her head and rearranged things - memories, visions. It was all a mess, and she finds she can't seem to right herself with the choice to abandon him to his fate.

So she settles next to him, and without explanation she tucks herself in close up against his chest, her arm slung across him; trying to transfer as much of her own body heat to his as possible. ] You don't happen to have a blanket in your pack, do you?

( ooc | apologies for the delay, had to take a quick hiatus. )

( the town had a mysterious force to it that seemed to outright refuse to let anyone it had drawn in go— it was part of the reason the surrounding forest and roads were all suffocated by that dreadful and familiar fog. it made things hazy, the environment cold and wet, and worst of all it seemed to make it difficult to find a true way to leave. so it was for that reason that he did feel a hinge of guilt for failing her like this, for falling down onto his knees and jeopardizing their escape. while he was sure she hadn't quite seen the same monsters as he had, he was also sure that if they lingered for too long, the red pyramid thing would come back to pull him into that cycle again.

so he did his best to try and rise up again, miserably failing until she finally crouched down by him and offered a tethering support. the only thing warm against him was the gentle touch of her fingers to his pulse. )

I know I'm sorry—

( james felt pathetic and frankly wouldn't have blamed her if she left, in fact it was expected. what wasn't expected was for her to immediately come to his aid in the form of a physical embrace— and while the situation was dire and serious, he couldn't help but find himself blushing slightly at the affection.

thankfully it didn't last long, because soon he was pulling out his bag and dumping out the contents hazily. there was a pack of matches, some medicine bottles, the letter from his wife and a knife. nothing too useful. )

Maybe we can make a fire so....you don't have to be forced to hold me for very long.

[ ooc: no worries at all! :) ]

[ Elektra watches as he empties the contents of his bag, noting the objects as they tumble out. Unfortunately nothing resembling a blanket, but the matches and knife would be useful. The medicine too potentially; though at the moment she's fairly certain they're both just suffering from the effects of the cold environment - him more so than her. The fog was relentless, and it certainly didn't help with the temperature.

She reaches forward, taking the knife and keeping it close by while also picking up the matchbook. ]

You're not so bad. [ She teases lightly as she settles back against his chest; an attempt to make the situation they were in seem slightly less dire. While she isn't accustomed to a lot of close proximity, it's not as if they had the luxury of maintaining distance given how cold it was. ]

Normally I'd say the fire would just attract attention to us, but I think we're far enough from the borders of the town. I don't think anything in there would... leave, at least not this far. [ She pauses a moment, uncertainty threading through her tone as she lifts up a bit to meet his gaze as she asks - ] Right?

[ Worry creases her brow as she strains her eyes to try and see through the thick fog surrounding the forest - not catching any movement. The monsters in that town had been something out of a nightmare, but Elektra noticed they didn't seem to follow them after they'd made their escape. Then again, she really wasn't sure of anything at this point, and with darkness soon to be approaching; it didn't exactly fill her with confidence. ]

( anyone else in james' situation would have immediately been apprehensive over their companion taking the knife so willingly and yet he couldn't quite bring himself to have just an ounce of self-preservation. a combination of being nearly at death's door, but his own esteem seeping through in everything he did. he wasn't quite sure how elektra managed to truly pull him out of that town when he was so ready and so willing to let himself just perish there for the sake of atonement.

now though? he at least felt some drive and desire to live. so he kept his eyes on her, the soft tease and return to his chest fueling some warmth within him. his body still felt so miserably cold, fingers numb to any sensation and a strange pain in his chest. so when she asked such a question that needed comfort more than the truth, he found himself silent for some time. she had helped him quite a bit so he was now in a perplexing situation— should he be honest with her and tell her that if the town truly wanted to, it could technically extend it's powers elsewhere? [it had with the letter he got from his wife after all] or should he offer her a comforting lie?

even in his peripheral he could see that worry in her brows and eyes, the fog seeming to be clear around her face. with a shaky breath he leaned back into the tree and rolled his head up, a bit nervous. )

It would have sent something out to us already if it wanted to lure us back in. I think...we'll be alright if we make a fire. I just need to rest for a little bit...and then I can start it.

( he decided on a mix between the two because technically he was right— he felt the town often guided him towards things and so far, nothing seemed to be guiding them anywhere. )