inborn (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
inborn) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2017-06-10 04:36 pm
inborn) wrote in bakerstreet2017-06-10 04:36 pm
Entry tags:
You love me cause I'm fragile
shipping meme 
|
[ooc: do you have a preference for either role?]
[ either role, though their bedside manner leaves something to be desired. ]
Krista Lenz / Historia Reiss - Attack on Titan/Shingeki No Kyojin
my_martyrdom
2017-06-11 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ AUs, cross-canon, multiverse shenanigans, let's do this. ]
[[Cross Canon and Canon Mates welcome! Prose writing style preferred. M/F for shipping. :)]]
[Interested in another Commando possibly dragging Monty to safety nursing him back to health?]
(( gen for the other paladins, please ))
[OKAY WHO SHOULD BE INJURED THIS TIME :DDDDD]
[ argonian warrior ; male ]
[OOC: Hope you don't mind this Edgelord.]
[It was pathetic really, the state he'd found the soldier. Half dead, cut off from his team and bleeding all over the concrete. He could've finished him, should've finished him. The rage he could feeling roiling through him nearly had him pulling the trigger and ending it all, ending the dance they'd been doing for years. He wanted Jack Morrison dead.
But he couldn't do it. Not that day.
He didn't want Talon's second helpings and of cutting down a man half dead. At least that was what he told himself as he'd taken the soldier to a safe hideaway. No Overwatch, no talon, just them and a lot of quiet. He'd expected Jack to bounce back, but it was taking longer than he expected and it worried some part of him deep down that reminded him that Jack was aging and wasn't a young man anymore, far from it.
Which led him to where he was now, sitting on the edge of the bed, changing slightly pink bandages without a word to his patient.]
[It was pathetic really, the state he'd found the soldier. Half dead, cut off from his team and bleeding all over the concrete. He could've finished him, should've finished him. The rage he could feeling roiling through him nearly had him pulling the trigger and ending it all, ending the dance they'd been doing for years. He wanted Jack Morrison dead.
But he couldn't do it. Not that day.
He didn't want Talon's second helpings and of cutting down a man half dead. At least that was what he told himself as he'd taken the soldier to a safe hideaway. No Overwatch, no talon, just them and a lot of quiet. He'd expected Jack to bounce back, but it was taking longer than he expected and it worried some part of him deep down that reminded him that Jack was aging and wasn't a young man anymore, far from it.
Which led him to where he was now, sitting on the edge of the bed, changing slightly pink bandages without a word to his patient.]
[Can be either role]
Edited 2017-06-11 05:51 (UTC)
[Either role for TFA Bucky, most likely the one being nursed to health as the TWS. Medium to longer tags preferred]
Edited 2017-06-11 06:09 (UTC)
[Either. He bites.]
[He's a doctor, so he's probably the healer]
[Could be the injured party or the caretaker--she's good in both roles. Canon or cross-canon, assumed or unassumed CR.]
[either role--grumpy caregiver or "so injured his healing factor was overloaded" as you prefer.]
[ He would make a terrible patient and caretaker. ]
She remembers falling. There had been... what, a trap, a puzzle? Something like that. She'd probably needed two real hands, which she no longer has. A variety of fun fakes, though, and creators she hopes not all were broken when she fell. Dagna would be sad. Then Sera would glare for making her Widdle sad. No sad Dagna.
Mahallain fell and she's sure she hit her head which means she is allowed to think in flights of fancy.
This explains Dagna and musing about prosthetics: it doesn't explain why it feels like she is lying on and under furs. Particularly not under.
For a moment, she has to fight the urge to spring up, sit up, see what is going on. She controls herself. She doesn’t know if she is still hurt, still potentially ill or cursed. She doesn't know where she is. So Mahallain, the last hunter from Clan Lavellan, listens for a long moment before opening her eyes.
Mahallain fell and she's sure she hit her head which means she is allowed to think in flights of fancy.
This explains Dagna and musing about prosthetics: it doesn't explain why it feels like she is lying on and under furs. Particularly not under.
For a moment, she has to fight the urge to spring up, sit up, see what is going on. She controls herself. She doesn’t know if she is still hurt, still potentially ill or cursed. She doesn't know where she is. So Mahallain, the last hunter from Clan Lavellan, listens for a long moment before opening her eyes.
Page 1 of 3