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Where's your will to be weird?
"Bloody hell..." Archer groaned, wincing slightly at the soreness throughout his whole body. Everything hurt, from his knees, to his elbows, to his shoulders... even breathing was painful. He coughed, rolling over and hitting the ground, cursing in Gaelic as he hit his head, muttering under his breath. "Oh jeesh, this hurts," he said with a scowl, slowly lifting himself up, examining his surroundings. Next to him lay Valer, blood dripping from his head, trickling down a bloody rock. "Dammit," Archer hissed, dashing to his side.
He rested a cool hand on his forehead, frowning in concern, thinking quickly as he looked over the wound. The rock had struck hard, and Valer let out a violent cough, which made Archer wince as he glanced around hastily, diving for the sharpest object he could find. He fumbled with it in his chained hands, struggling to get the pointed edge to the exposed part of his wrist, dropping it multiple times. After a while, he gave up, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration, gritting his teeth in anger. "I'm just failing you over and over again, aren't I?" he said, burying his face in his hands, "I can't even get out of these damn things... I'm supposed to protect you, not the other way around!"
Furious with himself, he stood, pacing animatedly, eyes on the sky. Through the shimmering stars and dark clouds, he could see a form, falling through the air. He squinted, trying to make out the details, but all he could tell was that it was a girl that was falling towards the ground. Archer reacted on instinct, dashing forward and holding out his arms, her form crashing into them heavily. He let out an oof, staggering forward, somehow managing to keep his footing. Panting, he lifted her up in his arms, glancing down to her, then freezing, his jaw dropping.
She was, well, beautiful. Her long, glossy hair framed an elegant face, eyes closed, dark lashes brushing her cheeks. Her skin was flawless, smooth and silky, and Archer held back the urge to touch it, taking her in with his awestruck gaze. Along with her beauty, something about her was familiar, staggeringly so. He knew her, he had to. There was no way he would feel this nagging sensation in his gut if he did not know her. But, he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember ever meeting her...
He rested a cool hand on his forehead, frowning in concern, thinking quickly as he looked over the wound. The rock had struck hard, and Valer let out a violent cough, which made Archer wince as he glanced around hastily, diving for the sharpest object he could find. He fumbled with it in his chained hands, struggling to get the pointed edge to the exposed part of his wrist, dropping it multiple times. After a while, he gave up, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration, gritting his teeth in anger. "I'm just failing you over and over again, aren't I?" he said, burying his face in his hands, "I can't even get out of these damn things... I'm supposed to protect you, not the other way around!"
Furious with himself, he stood, pacing animatedly, eyes on the sky. Through the shimmering stars and dark clouds, he could see a form, falling through the air. He squinted, trying to make out the details, but all he could tell was that it was a girl that was falling towards the ground. Archer reacted on instinct, dashing forward and holding out his arms, her form crashing into them heavily. He let out an oof, staggering forward, somehow managing to keep his footing. Panting, he lifted her up in his arms, glancing down to her, then freezing, his jaw dropping.
She was, well, beautiful. Her long, glossy hair framed an elegant face, eyes closed, dark lashes brushing her cheeks. Her skin was flawless, smooth and silky, and Archer held back the urge to touch it, taking her in with his awestruck gaze. Along with her beauty, something about her was familiar, staggeringly so. He knew her, he had to. There was no way he would feel this nagging sensation in his gut if he did not know her. But, he couldn't remember. He couldn't remember ever meeting her...