as written by Tiko and Knosis
"Eh, I 'eal when I sleep," Desmond explained. "If I don't sleep, things start to scar."
He didn't seem too bothered by it either way as he let Chloe go about her work.
"Then that's my fault.." She muttered. "You didn't get to sleep until the next day because of me." Her shoulders slumped slightly at that. "Sorry."
"Your fault eh?" Desmond asked. "Ow do you figure that one. I don't recall you stickin' me wi' a knife, or lockin' us up in a cell al' night."
"Yeah well. You also didn't ask to be locked up in that cell with a wraith burdened werewolf that could rip your throat out while you slept either." She answered. "And though I can't really help that, it is still my fault you lost sleep that night."
He turned about as she finished up with his shoulder and lay both his hands on her shoulders to get a good look in her eyes.
"There isn't nothin' about what 'appened that was your fault," he told her. "Some things just are the way they are, an' there's no one to blame but the one who put us in that situation. You understan'?"
The dark rings around her eyes made the green in them stand out more. She was tired. "Alright, alright.." She finally said, looking away. "I think you're pretty much covered now.. You probably should get dressed."
He quirked a brow before glancing down at himself. When he looked back up he offered an apologetic grin before turning away to pull the spare shirt on over his head. Sometimes it was easy to forget that not everyone grew up in this life, and weren't as comfortable with the pack's optional stance on clothing.
"Why don't you get some rest," he said as he got dressed. "Nothings gonna 'appen 'ere wi' the whole pack 'roun'."
The red haired woman waited for Desmond to get dressed before answering. "As long as you promise me you'll wake me if you're planning to leave this place.." She murmured. She knew she was sounding silly by this point. Desmond was no long unable to take care of himself. Worry lines kept on her brow.
"Promise," he told her. "Now go on. There's plenty of spare rooms. I'll come find you later."
She nodded quietly and looked at him for a moment more before finally giving in. "I'll be in the storage room that we just came from.. Less likely to have my throat cut there.." She muttered as she passed him by.
"Ah... that's less of a storage room and more of a closet," Desmond told her. "People will be going in and out of there all night."
"I'll take my chances." She said. As exhausted as she was, she could probably sleep through the dead rising and not know it until it touched her.
"Eh, I 'eal when I sleep," Desmond explained. "If I don't sleep, things start to scar."
He didn't seem too bothered by it either way as he let Chloe go about her work.
"Then that's my fault.." She muttered. "You didn't get to sleep until the next day because of me." Her shoulders slumped slightly at that. "Sorry."
"Your fault eh?" Desmond asked. "Ow do you figure that one. I don't recall you stickin' me wi' a knife, or lockin' us up in a cell al' night."
"Yeah well. You also didn't ask to be locked up in that cell with a wraith burdened werewolf that could rip your throat out while you slept either." She answered. "And though I can't really help that, it is still my fault you lost sleep that night."
He turned about as she finished up with his shoulder and lay both his hands on her shoulders to get a good look in her eyes.
"There isn't nothin' about what 'appened that was your fault," he told her. "Some things just are the way they are, an' there's no one to blame but the one who put us in that situation. You understan'?"
The dark rings around her eyes made the green in them stand out more. She was tired. "Alright, alright.." She finally said, looking away. "I think you're pretty much covered now.. You probably should get dressed."
He quirked a brow before glancing down at himself. When he looked back up he offered an apologetic grin before turning away to pull the spare shirt on over his head. Sometimes it was easy to forget that not everyone grew up in this life, and weren't as comfortable with the pack's optional stance on clothing.
"Why don't you get some rest," he said as he got dressed. "Nothings gonna 'appen 'ere wi' the whole pack 'roun'."
The red haired woman waited for Desmond to get dressed before answering. "As long as you promise me you'll wake me if you're planning to leave this place.." She murmured. She knew she was sounding silly by this point. Desmond was no long unable to take care of himself. Worry lines kept on her brow.
"Promise," he told her. "Now go on. There's plenty of spare rooms. I'll come find you later."
She nodded quietly and looked at him for a moment more before finally giving in. "I'll be in the storage room that we just came from.. Less likely to have my throat cut there.." She muttered as she passed him by.
"Ah... that's less of a storage room and more of a closet," Desmond told her. "People will be going in and out of there all night."
"I'll take my chances." She said. As exhausted as she was, she could probably sleep through the dead rising and not know it until it touched her.