The War (DergTheDergon x Myla)

[Myla]

Dexter shakes his head, "Apologize one more time and I'm duct-taping your mouth." He goes to Sasha and picks her up being careful not to make her wounds any worse or to reopen them. He walks up the stairs and walks towards the couch. The small radio was playing in the background, but it wasn't annoying, it was actually quite nice to hear something besides the dead silence around them. Dexter lays her on the couch and then starts picking up his things shoving it into his backpack. He opens his front pocket of his backpack and hands her one of his cereal bars, "Here, eat this, I just realized you haven't ate since you got here and you need something else than just alcohol in your system. You could eat it now or in the car, but warning I'm about to carry you in a few minutes."


Packing his radio, their clothes, and another few items he has into his bag, he looks around to see if he's missing anything. Upon seeing that wasn't, he zips it up and slings it against his back, "Alright, let's get going." He picks her up again gently and heads out to the car. Dexter shifts Sasha closer for a second so, he could open the door. Setting her back on the passenger side, he closes her door and sits in the diver's side throwing is bag onto the floor. He connects the two cables together turning on the car and starts driving.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha opened her mouth to say something, but then stopped and shook her head, realizing she was about to apologize again. Even though they had just met, it seemed best to just trust him and believe that having to babysit her like this truly didn't bother him at all. As she was carried up the stairs, she looked around the abode Dexter had secured for himself. It of course was in shambles, but she'd seen worse cobbled-together living quarters in her time. As she was laid down on the couch she closed her eyes whilst listening to the radio and relaxed a little. Despite the lingering pain and the headache she now had, not to mention the nap she just took, she found herself getting drowsy rather quickly. She had absolutely no energy. She started wondering why when dexter handed her some food, and she immediately felt rather intense hunger pangs in her stomach. In a survival situation where there's danger around every corner, such as this one, the last thing you end up thinking about is food sometimes. She nodded gratefully towards him, and said "Thanks. It honestly just occurred to me I haven't eaten all day."


After a few more minutes of Dexter gathering both his and a few of her things and stashing them away, Dexter finally seemed to have everything and went over to pick Sasha up again. Once they got outside the building, Sasha took one last look at her surroundings. She couldn't help but feel guilty, hearing gunfire still ringing out, knowing her comrades were fighting and that she couldn't help them in this state. She knew that it was likely someone had spotted her comrades' bodies by now, and they probably considered her M.I.A. by now, most likely dead with the rest of them somewhere. She sighed heavily, and said quietly, "Damn this war... damn it all to hell." She was snapped out of her brooding momentarily by suddenly being shifted closer to Dexter's chest for a few moments, which caused he to blush slightly, turning her head away so he hopefully wouldn't see. It caught her off guard, even though once she looked she realized it was the only way he could open the door without having to set her down.


Once she was comfortable in the passenger's seat, Sasha opened the cereal Bar with slight difficulty, as her hands were shaking from hunger. Devouring it in three bites, she sat back and sighed, getting comfortable, before being distracted by her curiosity at Dexter's hot wiring work to get the car started. Once she heard the familiar rumble of an engine, she nodded in approval. Then she thought of something. "Wait, if you're color blind... how can you tell which wire is which?" Whatever his answer, Sasha would eventually sit back after they were done with a bit more conversation, just watching the road a bit warily, hoping to god there were no enemy vehicles around here for some reason.

 

[Myla]

Dexter looks over at her and could see her guilt written across her face, "This is gonna sound harsh, but your teammates knew what they were getting themselves signed up for when they enlisted. They knew this was life or dead, they knew it could turn bad quickly, they knew that blood will be spilt, but yet they accepted it. And you want to know something else they knew, but you apparently don't?" He pauses as he continues to drive, but then keeps talking, "It's not your fault. Even if they didn't shot you in the leg, what would have you done? You would've ran out there and tried to save your teammates, but one person can't go up against a bunch of snipers. In my opinion, I think you were sent that bullet to stop yourself from fixing the inevitable." He sighs, "The point is that no one would've been able to save them, and that it wasn't your fault. Every soldier risked their lives to stop this idiotic war, even you did, but not every battle is won and not every lose is your fault." He looks at her for a momment, "In the brightside, at least there is one surviving soldier to tell what happened, which is better than no one knowing what really happened." As he drives, it was getting pretty dark and the crickets were already cricketing in sync together. Besides the crickets, the only sounds there were was their voices and the car wheels against the dirt road. At least, they have less of a chance to be caught since it was night, "Oh, and the car cables? They have number and letters labeled onto them so you know which is which, my father made me memorize them as a kid."

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha simply sat there and listened to Dexter's words for a while, tears welling in her eyes, quickly turning away and wiping them away in hopes that he wouldn't notice. Soldiers are strong, soldiers do not cry... at the very least that's what she told herself. She took a certain pride in seeming unphasable as much as she possibly could, but right now, in this situation, the emotions were far too strong to completely hold in anymore. Somewhat to her own relief, she was able to assume a neutral expression as she calmed down, listening to Dexter's speech of sorts. His words honestly hurt, but they were the truth. She knew all of that, that she might have been throwing her life away, but... it didn't seem right to Sasha to put herself above others... she was expected to fight, and die if necessary, for her country. Of course, she was afraid of dying, but she couldn't shake the urge to just go out there again, alongside her fellow soldiers risking thier own lives, even though it was second now to recovering. But, It wasn't like she could go anywhere in her state, if she was crazy enough to try and act on those guilty thoughts.


She finally spoke up after sitting in silence for a while."You're completely right, dexter. Every damn word... " That was all she could bear to say for a while, but after another short silence, she spoke again. She actually had a slight smirk on her face as she thought of something. "Y'know, you have an interesting perspective on things, Dexter. It's almost... refreshing. Thinking of a non-fatal wound as some higher power keeping me from throwing my life away... saying that I'd be able to tell others how it really happened. i guess i can take some small comfort in those things. Another short silence, then she asked the question about the cables. "Huh, interesting... never knew they were labeled like that but it does make sense. Your dad seems like the type to really plan ahead... smart." Silence would fall over the two again, although it didn't really bother Sasha one bit. She stared out the window, scanning the dirt road and thier surroundings. She could tell they were moving farther and farther from the city, hopefully to somewhere enemy soldiers wouldn't be looking for her. Uniform or no, she still had her dog-tags, her distinct special forces pistol and holster, and a few other defining characteristics those who were actively hunting her unit would be looking for.She found herself becoming sleepy again, despite her mostly alert, anxious state. Her body recovering from the wound was taking most of the energy out of her. Yawning, she pulled the handle on one side of her seat to recline it back, then said "wake me up when we get there," before falling asleep within minutes.

 

[Myla]

As Dexter drives, he notices her crying when she starts to wipe her tears away. He opens his mouth trying to think of something to say to make her feel better, but closes it a few seconds later when he comes up with nothing. He could handle blood, fights, drunks, druggies, injured people, disabled people, mentally insane people, and so forth, but when it comes to people crying he's never sure what to do. His mind just comes to a complete blank. He hasn't ever been allowed to cry not even once in from of his father, so in return he isn't sure how to respond. His father never taught him what do when others cry in front of him.


|FLASHBACK|


|AGE: 9|


|16 YEARS AGO|


Dexter looked up at his dad. He was practically the 9 year-old version of his father. They both had same chestnut colored hair, the same nose, the same silent personality, they even had the same half-sided smile they gave to people when they found something amusing. The difference in appearance between the two aside from body build and age was their eye colors. Instead of getting his father's stone-brown eyes, he got his mothers grey-blue eyes. It was something everyone noticed when they met him and his father for the first time, not that he really cared. He never really saw what the big deal of it was.


He had been playing outside the whole day climbing trees and running just about everywhere. He was an endless pit of energy that day. His mother was a stunning women with unruly curly auburn almost red hair with with silky white skin and grey eyes who could see straight into the pits of your soul. His mother told him endless times not to climb onto trees the trees, but he never listened. This time he had fallen off the tree and cracked his skull. Dexter went off running to his father crying. As his father started cleaning him back up, he father looked at Dexter and talked with a strong and stern Russian accent, "Men don't cry. Never shed a tear. Never let anyone see you in your time of weakness. Tears and weakness gets you killed. Build your walls or else you have no defenses. Dark times are coming and this is the time to learn."


|END OF FLASHBACK|


Back then, Dexter had no clue to what his father meant by "dark times," but now he knows. His father knew about the oncoming war and has given him these lessons throughout the entire course of his life. Back then, everyone thought of his father as insane and too controlling when it comes to his family, but Dexter knew his father was never mentally ill and acted like this to prepare him. He was well prepared for this war. He took each lesson to heart, this is why he survived for so long.


Dexter blinks as Sasha brings him back to the present, "I will admit, they are hurtful to hear at first, but sometimes hearing the reality of things and changing your point of view on them is for the best. We can't dwell upon failure, we have to learn to live with them and change the perspective." As Sasha mentions his father, he smiles, "Many considered him as mentally insane, but in reality the man is a pure genius."


He continues driving and nods to Sasha, "Will do, and sweet dreams." He looks at Sasha once she falls asleep. He can't help my notice how peaceful she looks sleeping. Like as if all her trouble gone out the door. He only wishes that for both of their sakes, that would be able to have that mentality soon. Dexter stays driving on the silent path and after a while he pulls up to a small brick house. This house was pretty old, it was in much better condition and maintenance than the last one due to the fact that very few know of this location. It was off the charts and unmarked. Dexter gently nudges Sasha and says softly, "Hey, we're here." He smiles at her humorously, "Welcome to my personal 'Area 51.'"


@DergTheDergon

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha mumbles incoherently, tossing and turning and she began to stir. Green eyes slowly fluttering open, she looks up at Dexter and barely understands his words in her groggy haze. She sat up, rubbing the side she slept on as it was a little sore now, looking through the windshield at the quaint little building. She was a bit startled to see that it was in intact, but Dexter did say this place was pretty out of the way. 'His Personal Area 51', indeed.


Sasha began to stretch out, wincing in pain as he moved her injuring leg too much. The booze had worn off by now, and the slightest touch or movement made the wound hurt like hell. Sighing, she turned to Dexter and looked up at him. "How long was I out?" He'd wait for him to answer her question, then yawn,, cupping one of her hands in front of her mount, then speak up again. 'Well, I suppose there's no sense in staying out here." Sasha checked to make sure hear gear in her pack on the floor was accounted for, afterwards inspecting her pistol's holster to make sure the weapon was properly secured. Satisfied, she gathered her stuff up and waited for Dexter to help her get out of the car.


@Myla

 

[Myla]

Dexter disconnects one of the wire that make up his "make-shift key" and looks over at Sasha chuckling at her incoherent mumbles. He slightly smiles, "And the sleeping beauty awakens." He grabs his backpack and slings it onto his back getting out the car. He stretches his arms and legs and hears his bones crack from driving the car for a while, "You slept for about a hour or two." As he starts heading over to her side, he notices her wince and opens her door looking at her concerned, "Is the pain back? Maybe there's some old medicine in the house that you could take for the pain, but I make no promises since I don't remember what I left behind in the cabinets."


He takes her stuff as well and looks at her, "On the count of three I'm going to lift you into my arms again and take you inside. I'll try to move in a matter where it won't cause you much pain. Ready?" Dexter slides one arm behind her back and one under legs, "1... 2... 3..." On the count of three, Dexter picks her up trying not jostle her that much and closes the car door with his back. He starts walking towards the front door and looks at her again, "You okay?"

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha rolls her eyes at the "sleeping beauty" quip, sitting up and stretching as he started to get out. Only an hour or two? It felt a bit longer to her, but she guessed it was probably because of how fast she blacked out... guess she really seemed to need the rest more than she thought she did beforehand. She nodded rather sheepishly when he asked about the pain, obviously embarrassed that she let it show. "Thanks, that'd be wonderful. If there isn't any, though, that's fine. I'll live... for now, anyway." She nodded as Dexter gave fair warning, shifting herself so he could get a better hold of her, and wincing a little because of how sensitive her leg is right now. She looks up at him after hearing his words of concern. "Yeah, I'm fine... everything seems to be setting it off now, not your fault." She took this time to look around the house's front yard. It felt strange, almost surreal, being away from the fighting... it was unsettling, honestly. Spend enough time in a warzone and stillness and quiet like this doesn't feel.. right. It wasn't a bad thing, to be certain, but it'd still take Sasha some getting used to. She looked at the front door as Dexter carried her there, curious to see what the inside looks like. She hadn't seen an intact building in quite a long time.

 

[Myla]

Dexter sets Sasha down to get his key, he leans her against himself not letting her put any weight on her leg and takes out a silver key out from the front pocket of his bag. He unlocks the door and puts the key back in his backpack picking her up again, "Home, sweet, Home." There were no lights on in the house, so he sets Sasha down on the couch closing the door behind them and heads off to the basement to turn on the lights through the power panel. Switching on some of the light switches, the lights flicker for a second from not being turned on for a while. Dexter had turned on all the lights, but the porch lights. There was no need to turn it on. Besides, the last thing they need is for him to turn it on and for someone to see the light and come wondering about whose in the house.


The house was quite simple. The walls were painted a light red color and the floor was carpet. Taking a glance at the interior of the house, anyone could guess it was quite old due to the fact some of items in the house, such as the television, the couch and the kitchen, were outdated. However, the house had a homely sense of feeling either way. Dexter headed off into the kitchen and starts looking through the cabinets. It took his a couple of minutes, but he found some pills that weren't of date yet, "Well, well. Sasha it's your lucky day, look what I found." He pours some tap water into a ccup he found and hands her the pill bottle and the cup of water.

 

[DergTheDergon]

The house was even darker than outside, and all she could really see well from her position was the ceiling at this point, but as Dexter lowered her she could tell he was setting her down on a couch. She carefully righted herself and sat up, When Dexter went down to the basement, she found herself getting anxious from how dark and quiet the place was, then feeling fear, her breath quickening and panic slowly setting it. She new it didn't make sense to be afraid of a place much less likely to kill her than where she came from,but she then realized the fear came from being left alone, even though Dexter came back as soon as the lights switched on. 'Dammit, I'm pathetic... I start panicking at all the wrong things nowadays...' Sasha thought to herself as her eyes adjusted to the light.


She took a good long look around now that she could actually see her surroundings in detail, a bit surprised at how outdated the place looked, though it didn't bother her. All she really cared about was that it was cozy enough, had a roof without a bunch of giant holes in it, and electricity to boot. Better than any place she's had to sleep in for a few years now, for sure... or try pretty futilely to sleep in, as the case was with most of them.


As dexter teasingly stated it was Sasha's "lucky day", and brought the pills out, she breathed an audible sigh of relief. She's had worse wounds, but before now she's always had a medic on standby with hospital-grade anesthetic and such. Having to bear more pain for longer than's she's ever had to, even in her years of service so far, was a bit jarring, to say the least. She set the glass on the coffee table, shook a couple of the pills onto it, than downed them with the water, drinking the rest of it because of how thirsty she was. Sitting back and looking around, Sasha looked back over to Dexter. 'Any particular reason you left this place and went to live in a warzone? Pretty crazy, if you ask me.. no offense." Her tone wasn't accusing or appalled, just curious. After that conversation ended, she found herself sitting back on the couch with a sigh, the pills kicking in and making her pretty drowsy. A two-hour nap in a car didn't seem to cut it in her wounded sate, and her body was rapidly making that very clear as her eyelids started to shut on thier own. Fluttering them back open for as long as she can muster, she looked back at dexter . " Feels like I'm liable to pass out at any moment now... if you can get me to a bed I'd appreciate but I... think I'll be... fine... here..." and with that her eyelids fluttered closed, her breathing slowing until she was in a deep state of sleep just a few minutes later.


@Myla

 

[Myla]

Dexter goes the curtains drawing them to a close just in case someone could see the inside. He wanted to make the house look as abandoned as possible from the outside. Dexter presses his lips together in a straight line when she asks about why he left. He was expecting her to ask him soon about that, but he was hoping that he could avoid it for a while. Might a well just come out with the truth early on, "I was recruited for the war at the age of 17, but I refused. My father didn't approve and we got into a big argument. I ran off on my own for a while, when I came back, I came to find out that my family completely left me behind. A few days later, I ran into a few old friends and they told me my dad joined the war as a war general to prove a point to me that 'real men aren't traitors and don't turn their backs on the country.' He sent my mother and sister out of the country leaving this house abandoned. They never returned, they want nothing from me."


He becomes silent for a moment and then continues to talk, "This house has many good memories inside of it from my childhood, but all I see is my father saying traitor in this house. I try to avoid this house as much as possible but sometimes you have to come back." He looks at her falling asleep and chuckles breaking the awkward tension in his body, "You could sleep in my room." He picks her up gently and takes her upstairs to his room. The walls of his room was blue, the floor had gray carpeting, and the bookshelf, dresser, and desk was made out of a sturdy dark oak. The walls were almost bare except for a car calendar, blueprints for different mini-robots and a mirror above the dresser. The bookshelf was filled with old fashioned books, and books on how to build different things. On the shelf was screws, tools and robot parts from when he used to love tinkering. Dexter left one of his dresser's drawers open to let Sasha know that she could use anything from the drawers and the room. He whispers walking out of the room and turning off the room light, "Sweet dreams Sasha."

 

[DergTheDergon]

At Dexter's answer to her question, she found herself looking down solemnly as he told his story. That was harsh... Sasha was wondering why such a mechanically skilled person wasn't enlisted in the army in this time of need, but it was chalked up to just not wanting it. Once he finished, she slowly looked up into his eyes. "I see... I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories. I don't really blame you, the army isn't all it's cracked up to be. It takes a lot of courage to refuse your family when they ask you to make a commitment you're heart's just not in... believe me, I know. You're no traitor in my book, for the record. You saved my ass... whatever you think about the army, the war, all of that, doesn't matter. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you." She cracked a small smile. This was when Sasha was hit by a massive wave of fatigue. As she fell asleep, she only caught a few of his words and felt herself being carried up the stairs into her room. Once she was in the bed, she was out like a light, not even hearing him say goodnight. She would sleep though the night, and into the next day, unless a loud noise of some sort woke her, or if Dexter did.

 

[Myla]

Dexter couldn't sleep much that night. He just laid in thinking about if he should've joined a while back. He had reason for not joining, but was it worth losing his family for not joining? The was his million dollar question. As he looked around the walls, he remembered taking down all the pictures off the walls and shoving them into a box under his bed. He wondered about his family, did his mother still love to cook? Did his younger sister who would've been 19 this year ever cut her red locks that she got from his mother and dyed it blonde like she so wanted to the last day he saw her? Did his father move up in the war or did he die fighting? He wasn't sure, but somewhere around 4 in the morning he fell asleep with these thoughts in his head.


As he slept, a thunderstorm started to sprout. It started out soft and then booming loud as the rain hit against the house hard. Every lightning that struck against the floor shook the house. Dexter sat up quickly as he woke up from one striking near the house. He groans rubbing his face barely getting any sleep. He had a bad case of bed hair and his shirt was thrown on the floor at some point of the night. If he had to guess, he probably took it off when he felt that the room was too stuffy. Dexter groans again looking at his watch, 6:17AM, "It's too damn early." He lies back not going back to sleep.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha's eyes shot open as the lightning boomed loudly, shaking the house. She found herself reaching for her gun, before remembering she'd left it downstairs. She stood up in a panic, only to sigh and realize the noise wasn't an explosion, just some lightning that struck close to the house. The bed Dexter had laid her in was right next to a window, so because of that and the fact that she most likely would be getting no more sleep tonight, she quietly began to walk through the house. She made her way downstairs first and grabbed her gear. She always felt a little safer with her weapons nearby and her bulletproof vest on. She's even slept with them on during many nights, though perhaps "sleeping" was less correct than "mostly lying awake." Entering another bedroom, she saw something lying on the bed. She didn't want to wake him, but she didn't want to be by herself even more. Slowly approaching the bed, she whispered "Dexter?" to test if he was awake or not, because she couldn't tell in the dark.

 

[Myla]

He was laying in the guestroom when she walked in. Being groggy with lack of sleep, Dexter mumbles with his arm covering his eyes, "I'm awake. It's impossible to sleep with this storm." He sits up taking his arm off his face tired, "Something wrong? You should be resting." He takes the gear out of her hands and lays it on the floor, "How come you brought your gear? No one is gonna hurt you here." As he talked the rain kept going non-stop, almost to the point one couldn't see outside of the window. Usually the sun would rise around this time, but the rain clouds just kept covered it covered making the outside look gloomy, cloudy, and dark.

 

[DergTheDergon]

"Tell me about it," sasha responded in an aggravated tone. She looked to him as he sat up. "Just can't sleep with the storm. I... I feel safer here than... in a room by myself." She found herself blushing and looking down. Suddenly, Dexter took her gun from her, her first thought to wrestle it back from him but she was too tired and drained for that, plus it was dangerous. She sighed., rubbing the back of her neck bashfully with one hand. "I know I just... I still feel more secure with it near me. I-I know you said they wouldn't find this place but... I still felt like I should be on guard in case they do." She sat down next to him on the bed, falling silent.

 

[Myla]

Sighing Dexter scoots over in the bed and pats the bed, "If you want you could sleep here, I don't bite and I'll be a gentleman, so you won't have to worry about me or I could sleep on the floor, I don't mind." He smiles slightly trying to distract her from her anxious thoughts, "Mama taught me to be a gentleman, she taught me right from wrong. The only skills she didn't teach me were her cooking skills because I'm a disaster in the kitchen. She just about wacked me with her wooden spoon every time I walked in and boy, did that hurt! One wack sent you running for the hills. Papa said that fears no one, but even he never crossed the line when it came to mama and her kitchen. She was one great cook and would always convince you to somehow eat more after you finished." He chuckles, "She was a feisty and very persuasive woman."

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha found herself looking down and blushing as he said she'd could sleep beside him. From how gentlemanly he's seen so far, he really didn't have to reassure her, and the very fact he was trying to spoke for his integrity. "That... is very kind of you. You... don't need to sleep on the floor," she said quietly and bashfully. She slowly began to lay down on the bed, trying to get comfortable despite the incessant noise of the rain, wind and thunder outside. She found herself smiling a little as he told his story. It was a nice distraction from her thoughts for a short while. "Yes, she seems like quite the character. My mother was feisty and persuasive as well, but... she seemed to think she always knew what was best for me... she threw a fit when I enlisted... I might tell you later but... I'd like to try and get some rest for now." She fell silent, laying there and beginning to close her eyes, feeling the pull of sleep that as of yet wasn't enough to push past the things that were keeping her awake, from the noises outside to the thoughts in her head.

 

[Myla]

Dexter smiles lazily, "Alright, let me know if you change her mind Most mothers are like that, even if it's overbearing, most moms mean well."He lays next to her and starts talking about how to fix cables to distract her and bore her to sleep in a soft, lulling voice, "First you must isolate the cables. Cut that portion..." He continues to talk in that tone until he bores her to sleep. It was something he used to do to his sister, when they're younger and she couldn't go to sleep. He kept doing this until she fell asleep, but soon after she did, he fell asleep himself."

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha nodded, looking up at the ceiling Solemnly as Dexter told him her mother meant well. "Yeah, you're probably right but honestly... it's a bit more complicated than that for me. There was... a specific reason I joined the army. I wanted to get away from what my mother had decided was the right path for my life, and once thy summoned me for active duty, there was nothing she could do to stop me. It's a long story, I'll tell you later. Sasha found herself smiling and shaking her head as Dexter began trying to apparently bore her to sleep with droning technical instructions. Strangely, it started to work. Sasha didn't remember when she fell asleep, but it was some time during that little speech of his. In her sleep, she ended up scooting closer to him under the covers, her arm around his back as he face the opposite direction.

 

[Myla]

As Dexter stayed asleep the rain begun to slow down letting a bit of sun out. The day was still cloudy, but it light enough to give Sasha a decent view of the tattoo he got a few years ago of a writing across his back in Russian, Лучший боец никогда не сердится. (The best fighter is never angry.) He got it a few years ago to remind himself not to be driven by anger, he learned the hard way that one doesn't make the best choice when angered. On his lower back near the waistband of his pants, he had another one, Будущее имеет древнюю сердце. (The future has an ancient heart.) This one he got to remember the past is repetitive.


Being in and out of sleep he at first tenses at the feeling of someone touching him, but then he relaxes as he realizes it was just Sasha's arm and realizes again that it's been years since he let someone touch him. In a way, he likes this, but in another it felt strange.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha's green eyes fluttered open, and for a moment she laid there confused as to where she was. Then she remembered: she had fallen asleep at Dexter's place, apparently a safe haven from the war. This was good, because she'd slept through the night... on the battlefield, sleep is nowhere near as necessary as keeping as alert as possible, no matter how sleep-deprived you are. As her vision focused, the haze of sleepiness gradually lifting, she then realized she was staring at Dexter's bare back... and was clinging to him. She felt her face grow warm, a bit embarrassed by the position she just found herself in, but then something distracted her.


Namely, the ink on his back. It looked like russian, but she couldn't read it. Underneath that one, there was another Russian phrase... she'd have to ask him what those meant, once she was no longer embarrassed by the way she ended up so close to him. She had her own tattoos, in Chinese, one on her ankle and the other on her back. She'd be able to return the favor if he told her what his own ink meant. Once this train of thought had halted, Sasha found herself slowly and carefully removing her arm from his back, and continuing to lay there silently until Dexter began to stir. For now, the silence and stillness felt nice.

 

[Myla]

As Sasha removes her arm, Dexter mumbles against the pillow, "I'm awake... Kinda and you don't need to take your arm off, I don't mind." He faces her and smiles sheepishly, "I probably should've worn a shirt though." He looks at her and looks at the window sighing, "What do you think we should do next? Should we stay here or go else where? Or do something else or what?"


He frown asking for her opinion trying to see what would be best. It's nice to have help every once in a while to see what to do next. The pressure is easier on him to make up his mind. Plus, he was curious to see what her ideas were and how her mind worked.

 

[DergTheDergon]

Sasha was startled by Dexter suddenly speaking up... she wasn't expecting him to already be awake. "Alright... I just... seemed to have moved closer to you in my sleep and it startled me a bit," she said quietly and bashfully. She found herself chuckling a bit as he brought up the fact that he should've worn a shirt. "Maybe you should have, but that's alright," she reassured him. At his question, Sasha's brow furrowed tin thought for a moment.


"That's a good question.... we can't stay here forever, we'll run out of food and water at some point. As for where we should go, though... I have an idea but it's risky. There's a military base about forty miles from this area, hidden in the hills. They're taking refugees from what I heard, and there's a chance I could get a hold of some authorities, clear up my MIA. That's the safest place I can think of to go, but the way there isn't safe at all. We'll more than likely pass enemy forces on the way there. What do you think?"

 

[Myla]

Dexter presses his lips together not liking the idea of passing possible enemies, but nods, "Whats the chance of us being attacked? Also, how safe would we be in the base? Because I imagine it would be a target for enemies to attack if it's a refugee place." He looks at the rain, "If we have to go out on the move, I think we should go now. We should go out in the rain. Not many people would be out since people hate getting wet and for combat, some weapons can't be used in the rain. Also, if it keeps raining we will have some cover and if it rains hard again, we can't be seen."