Room 216 | Late Afternoon | Sunday | August 8

Aug 08, 2010 11:34

For the most part, Jonas had stayed in the dorms. The one time he'd gone out, there had been the most gruesome sorts of creatures imaginable and he hadn't wanted to repeat that. He was unscathed but incredibly worried. He kept silently talking to himself, making promises with unnamed deities that he'd be on his best behavior if Beka would come ( Read more... )

familiar faces: beka, familiar places: room 216

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provostsdog August 8 2010, 16:18:36 UTC
Wounds dressed, Beka had planned on going up to her room and wash up. She knew he'd worry, but the three additional flights of stairs up to her room suddenly felt miles away.

The rush of the fight had long worn off. Her wounds ached, but it was duller thanks to the medicine and now she just wanted quiet. She wanted to see Jonas and curl up and not worry.

Her feet were moving of their own accord, Pounce was ahead of her, pushing open the cracked door to Jonas room and instantly jumping on his bed. Hi to you too, Jonas.

Beka was a little behind and she stopped when she saw Jonas, relief written over her features as she studied him for injuries. She should say sommat, but naught was coming to mind and just looking at him was enough for now.

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see_beyond August 8 2010, 16:21:07 UTC
At the sound of his door opening, Jonas had gone still expecting an attack or a rip to swallow him up. He waited and nothing came. Chancing it, he turned around and his eyes fell on Beka, in one piece.

"B-Beka?" he asked, voice cracking just a bit as he stood up, nearly pushing his chair down in his haste. "You're back. You're back!"

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provostsdog August 8 2010, 16:24:38 UTC
If he could move that fast, he had to be well and even through the tiredness, she couldn't stop the smile.

"I'm back," she agreed with a nod and then she was moving towards him and hugging him. Mayhap twas more clinging than hugging. "Are you well? Did you get hurt?"

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see_beyond August 8 2010, 16:26:16 UTC
"I didn't," he said, embracing her tightly, forgetting that she might be injured. He was just too relieved that she was back and whole and that he could hold her again. "I'm all right, I promise. Are you? Are you all right? Do you need anything?"

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