bakerstreet | minor injury meme.

You or your meme partner has been hurt, but don't worry! This time around it's not that bad. You can still limp your way out of this mess.

INJURIES.
1. Sprain/strain. How did you screw up walking?
2. Broken bones. Simple fractures still hurt.
3. Cuts. Hopefully one of you has a sewing kit.
4. Burns. Location, location, location. Let's pray this one isn't on your ass.
5. Concussion. No, they're most likely not holding up fifteen fingers.
6. Other. I'm not a doctor.

HOW'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Stupidity. You did this to yourself.
2. Accident. Is an unintentional attack still an attack?
3. Attack. Don't lie, you deserved it.
4. Other. It's probably still your own fault.

WHERE'D IT HAPPEN.
1. Home. Did you remember to invest in a first aid kit?
2. School/Work. This should be excellent for getting you out of doing stuff!
3. Outdoors. Predators like the smell of blood. Clean up asap.
4. In the water. Hopefully there aren't any sharks!
5. Other. Like a hospital. That'd be handy.

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[ Proven what? Her mind feels a little hazy, caught up in the sudden rush of delight from that kiss, and then -

Oh, yes. That he would do anything she asked. ] Yes, I -

I'm not - overstepping? You're - you want - with me -?

[ Perhaps she's thinking the same - after all he's been through, he doesn't mind that she's a mage? It doesn't bother him? ]

More than anything.

[ There's not a shred of doubt left in him, and when doubt surfaces instead across her face he releases his hold on her hand, touching fingertips gently to her cheek instead. ]

I didn't think that we...that it would be possible. But if it is...

[ Then his heart may very well burst in his chest. It's a near thing as it is, hammering rapidly against his rib cage as she gazes up at him. ]

Why wouldn't it be possible? [ Almost reluctantly, she reaches out, touches his face gently. ]

The way things are, who we are...it complicates matters.

[ The Herald and her commander. No doubt people would talk, whisper, draw conclusions. Here it might be looked upon with more kindness, considering their friends and allies, but elsewhere? Maker knows what they'll say about them.

Never mind the Damocles sword of her magical talents, and his past. ]

But if you want this too, then none of it matters. Not to me.

[ His eyes slipped shut as her hand grazed his cheek, a quiet breath taken. ]

[ She understands. There's no real way to keep this secret, if they embark on this - whatever this is. People will talk. She doesn't worry much about what other members of the Inquisition will think - most people here are here because they believe in her, and Cullen is incredibly popular with his troops. It won't be malicious, not around Skyhold.

But they have enemies. Enemies who would exploit any perceived weakness if they thought it would help them. ]

I know what I am, out there. [ The Herald. The Inquisitor. A dangerous mage. ] With you, I'm just me. I want that. I want - this. [ A pause, and a little smile touches her lips. ] Kiss me again?

[ Luckily, he's very good at following orders.

Pushing aside for the moment every reason this can't work, every reason that makes this a terrible idea, he tips his head and leans in to kiss her once more. There's a little less urgency in it now, and while they don't have all the time in the world, there's time enough to do things right. He wants to remember this later, while one of them is out trying to piece the world back together.

He thought he might have no harder reason to fight for their success, and here she's given him another. ]

[ His armor is bulky, and the angle isn't ideal by any means, but it doesn't matter. This kiss is everything she wanted, so it's perfect. Her eyes fall shut and she gently runs her fingers through his hair - something she's wanted to do practically since their first meeting. ]

[ It's been so long since he's even given thought to...well, to anything like this. He hadn't expected to find anything of the kind here in the midst of this war, nothing save the day-to-day struggle Cassandra had described when he had signed on. And yet here they are. Here she is with her fingers drifting and her lips pliant and soft, and he can't say exactly when this fascination with their leader turned into something more.

There isn't much more to be done just now. He can't stay here long, and she does in fact need to take her rest. But now? There's something more to look forward to than another day of struggle.

Drawing back from that kiss once more, he takes a deep steadying breath. ]

That was...

[ There don't seem to be adequate words for exactly how incredible that was. He might take a moment to reflect on a few. ]

...Wonderful. [ That's the first word that comes to mind for her, anyway, to describe the way her whole body is tingling pleasantly, the way her lips feel a little swollen from his kisses. She wishes she could stay here, with him, forever.

She knows they can't, but it's a nice thought. ]

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