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"Bandit: A Love Story" -- 6b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-01-31 08:58 am (UTC)(link)She reached the other side of the walkway alive, which she took as some measure of success. She made it through the antechamber and up the stairs unchallenged. But as she crept up the ramp, she heard noises. A struggle? Did that mean Roliand was still alive?
She carefully poked her head around the corner. An alchemy table, a cabinet, a chest. Nothing of immediate interest. The only option was further up. Something creaked above. She cocked her head, listening, then moved up the stairs carefully, keeping herself low and hoping that she could catch whoever was still alive by surprise.
Roliand lay on the bed, unmoving. The bandit leader stood over him, her hands glowing with a paralyze spell. She moved so she was on top of Roliand, and then she was kissing him. He didn’t move. He couldn’t move. The woman was forcing herself on Roliand.
Kathryn saw red.
Her crossbow clattered to the floor unused as she launched herself at the bandit, knocking the woman to the floor. She slammed her fist into the other woman’s face, and the searing pain made her vision go white. Fury kept her conscious through the pain. A scream of rage escaped her as she grabbed the bandit’s face and slammed her head back against the ground. She did it again. And again.
Then someone had her arms and was pulling her away. Away from the woman who lay prone on the floor, likely dead. She didn’t know, but she wanted to be sure, and someone was stopping her. Kathryn struggled.
“Kathryn,” Roliand said loudly, his voice cutting through the fury. “Kathryn calm down.”
Everything caught up with her then. It was Roliand pulling her away. Roliand cradling her against his chest, running his hands along her back though she couldn’t feel it through the metal of her armor. His lips pressed against her hair as she clung to him.
As the anger faded, and the panic receded, the pain came to the forefront of her mind. Her hand. Oh what had she done. She looked down at it, saw that it was already swelling again, and starting to turn the dark and scary colors of a bad bruise. That was when the pain hit. It throbbed, and the pain was sharp and dull and stabbing and throbbing and oh how she wished she hadn’t done that.
On the bedside table sat a minor healing potion. Roliand grabbed it, and made Kathryn drink it. She tried, but her stomach was rebelling against her, and not all of it stayed down.
He was bleeding. She saw the blood on him, and that was when she vomited up the little she had gotten down. She hurt. She hurt so bad it made her whole body ache.
“Roliand,” she gasped, tugging at his armor with her good hand, trying to get to the wound. “You’re bleeding.”
“No sweetheart, that’s you. Just hold on for me.” His hand stroked her cheek, she reached up to touch his cheek. Was he crying? Her right hand lay across her stomach, and through the pain she felt moisture. When she lifted it away, she saw blood. He was right. It was her blood.
Why was she bleeding?
She hadn’t been stabbed, had she? When had she been stabbed? Was it the bandit leader? Maybe that bitch had stabbed her before she’d finished slamming her head into the ground. It was all so blurry now, she was having trouble concentrating.
He pressed another potion to her lips.
“Drink it,” she tried. She may have even swallowed some. She wasn’t sure. The edges of her vision went grey, and she could only hear Roliand as though he was speaking to her from a distance. She wanted to ask him to speak louder, but she was so tired. She just needed a little nap, and then she could ask him to say it again, because she was sure what he was saying was important.
Her eyes fell shut, and the world faded away.
Re: "Bandit: A Love Story" -- 6b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-01-31 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: "Bandit: A Love Story" -- 6b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit OP
(Anonymous) 2013-01-31 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)KATHRYN AND ROLIAND, YOU NEED TO TALK. LIKE NOW.
Re: "Bandit: A Love Story" -- 6b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-01-31 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)Re: "Bandit: A Love Story" -- 6b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-01-31 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)Re: "Bandit: A Love Story" -- 6b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-02-01 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)And then what happened?!
*sets up camp*
Re: "Bandit: A Love Story" -- 6b/? -- F!DB/M!Bandit
(Anonymous) 2013-05-31 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)