- Pronouns
- They/them
Asa was a lucky man, it seemed. The bullet had grazed his ear. It had made a significant wound and torn off a smal piece. But the pain seemed to be more intense due to the zone the wound was in, not because the damage was high. Thank god, thought Asa, briefly looking upwards while Oscar bandaged his head. He'd complain, if he wasn't so shaken, holding on to Oscar's arms while the other worked. Not with a firm grip or to control him, but with a grip born from the need to hold on to something.
He heard the shots, he knew the men were dead. His hands travelled to Oscar's shoulders. His friend, who had just saved his life yet again. Asa didn't think he'd kill them, didn't think he'd have the nerve. Oscar continued to surprise him, it seemed. Thank god for a man like Oscar, thank god and everything holy. And thank Morrisey's gang for bringing us together. It was but a moment of weakness he allowed himself, but it was enough for some of it to slip through the cracks.
His hands travelled upwards to rest on the sides of Oscar's face.
"M' fine, thank you." He said, holding him there gently. He leaned in and kissed him, a very brief peck on the lips. Maybe it was a way to thank his partner for everything. He wasn't so sure himself. Maybe it was an attempt at stilling his shaking hands. Or a way to make his concerns go away, wish the worries away with a kiss.
He stood back up right after, holstering his revolver. If Elizabeth saw, she didn't say a thing. She was busy fussing over her lover, having managed to slip out of her bounds by then and now craddling him on her lap. The man was hurt, beaten it seemed. He must've been hogtied and kicked all over, or just plain old punched till he wasn't conscious.
"S he alright?" Asked Asa, approaching the couple, and looking around the camp. Blood pooled around the corpses, the fire weakly licked at the hardened wood in it. It was a bad camp in s good position. He went tk grab the nearest waterskin to give to Elizabeth.
He heard the shots, he knew the men were dead. His hands travelled to Oscar's shoulders. His friend, who had just saved his life yet again. Asa didn't think he'd kill them, didn't think he'd have the nerve. Oscar continued to surprise him, it seemed. Thank god for a man like Oscar, thank god and everything holy. And thank Morrisey's gang for bringing us together. It was but a moment of weakness he allowed himself, but it was enough for some of it to slip through the cracks.
His hands travelled upwards to rest on the sides of Oscar's face.
"M' fine, thank you." He said, holding him there gently. He leaned in and kissed him, a very brief peck on the lips. Maybe it was a way to thank his partner for everything. He wasn't so sure himself. Maybe it was an attempt at stilling his shaking hands. Or a way to make his concerns go away, wish the worries away with a kiss.
He stood back up right after, holstering his revolver. If Elizabeth saw, she didn't say a thing. She was busy fussing over her lover, having managed to slip out of her bounds by then and now craddling him on her lap. The man was hurt, beaten it seemed. He must've been hogtied and kicked all over, or just plain old punched till he wasn't conscious.
"S he alright?" Asked Asa, approaching the couple, and looking around the camp. Blood pooled around the corpses, the fire weakly licked at the hardened wood in it. It was a bad camp in s good position. He went tk grab the nearest waterskin to give to Elizabeth.