{"id":33232,"date":"2012-10-07T15:21:32","date_gmt":"2012-10-07T15:21:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/10\/07\/desperate-survival-open-rp-2\/"},"modified":"2012-10-07T15:21:32","modified_gmt":"2012-10-07T15:21:32","slug":"desperate-survival-open-rp-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/10\/07\/desperate-survival-open-rp-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Desperate Survival (Open RP)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Hal didn\u2019t like how everything sort of shook with each strong gust. It made him nervous and feel as though the whole thing could collapse in on them while they slept. He\u2019d keep that thought to himself for it need not be voiced. How bad was the cut? The Prince had no idea what it looked like, how much it bled, and how deep it was. He yanked off his gloves and dropped them next to the breastplate, then brought one hand up to feel for the wound.<\/p>\n

When his fingers graced the outer edges he winced and moved his hand to look at it. The injury was still bleeding a little. He sighed and tried to rub the blood off his fingers with the hem of the shirt under his chainmail. \u201cYou may and I thank you for doing so.\u201d He finally replied.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cPlease try not to touch,\u201d Summer admonished. \u201cI don\u2019t think it\u2019s terribly bad, but \u2026 \u201d Pouring some of the wine into her hand, she carefully tipped it over the mark, trying not to show her nerves. Now that there was candlelight and she could examine him at close range, the purity of his features was astonishing.<\/p>\n

Taking refuge in practicality, she\u00a0held out the wineskin to the Prince. When he took it, she bent and cut a swift strip off the bottom of her skirts, laying it against the cut with care. \u201cIf you press, so, I think the bleeding will soon slow. Will you need aught of my help to remove your armour? I think you will rest better without it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Half of her hoped he\u2019d say no, and she could turn her back and attend to making them something hot to eat. The other half definitely wanted an opportunity to examine Hal more closely.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Hal winced and tried not to lean away as she tended to the cut. It stung and it was quite annoying. \u201cWill it scar?\u201d He asked and lifted a hand to press the cloth strip against the wound to keep it in place. He didn\u2019t care if it scarred, but it would be nice to hear her opinion. Maybe he\u2019d get lucky and it would heal without leaving any mark to show that it had once been there.\u00a0<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you wish to assist me, that is perfectly fine. However I need no help in doing such a task myself.\u201d The Prince didn\u2019t want to deal with getting his armor off. He was tired and only wanted to rest. If it meant he\u2019d be lazy and leave most of it on then so be it. If Summer wanted to remove his armor, he wouldn\u2019t say no either\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n

Sleeping in the armor wasn\u2019t an issue. He had done it many times when it wasn\u2019t safe or convenient to remove it. Hal could leave at a moment\u2019s notice if he was fully suited up and battle ready\u2026 Stiff or not it could mean life or death.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

\u201cNo, it seems to be pretty shallow. You\u2019re just exhausted. I \u2026 \u201d Summer hesitated, then plunged on. \u201cWe\u2019re not likely to be in any danger here from aught but the weather, but if you sleep in the armour you might take a chill.\u201d She laid a hand on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, I beg you.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The Prince exhaled and started to unlatch portions of his armor that wouldn\u2019t come off easily. He then removed each piece one by one and set them down next to him. It took him a while but eventually he got everything off down to the clothing he wore under the chainmail. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his body and for a minute or two Hal thought he was going to fall asleep right away. It felt good to be free from all of that heavy steel but he felt vulnerable now.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

The pile of armour took up near as much space as a person, which Summer supposed made sense, given that it went \/around\/ a person. Clearly he didn’t need her help, so she began to rummage in the sealed jars shelved on the back wall. A cheese, wrapped in sackcloth, came readily to hand, as well as a long sausage. Most of the jars proved to contain pickled foods, so she closed them back up, and kept out the barley she’d found.<\/p>\n

“I’ve found sausage and cheese, my lord, as well as can make porridge if you like,” she said, turning back to the Prince. Her mouth dropped open slightly at the sight of him in his loose shirt and breeches.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

henry-prince-of-wales: iamthefirechild: henry-prince-of-wales: iamthefirechild: henry-prince-of-wales: Hal didn\u2019t like how everything sort of shook with each strong gust. It made him nervous and feel as though the whole thing could collapse in on them while they slept. He\u2019d keep that thought to himself for it need not be voiced. How bad was the cut? The Prince … Continue reading Desperate Survival (Open RP)<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,4038,4037,140,1044],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33232"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33232"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33232\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}