Grimmy: Howdy ho and hello! It's been so long since I've posted anything at all, blame tumblr and writer's block. Before everything, I'd like you guys to check out the note on the top of my profile, it's really important to me. Anyways. This is for the wonderfully drawn YJ Flirting Meme by Yssa B over on Deviantart. I hope she enjoooys!
It's so hot.
Sweat evaporates from his skin before it has a chance to actually roll away but he's still glistening. Every breath is forced, a struggle, and his gills fluctuate without his permission. The burn from the effort is bad enough that he has to grit his teeth and clench his eyes shut. It does nothing for the waves of heat assaulting his eyes and the smoke still manages to find its way past the tears collected in his eyes.
His muscles are fighting him with every step, his calves feel as if they've already ignited in flames and he's so tense. It's fair to say he's running on adrenaline alone, he just wants to make it to the exit before that runs out but it's draining fast. Roy's slipping again and shrugging him back into a comfortable position is almost too much. Kaldur doesn't pause to pull Roy's arms back around his neck. Multitask.
He pushes on.
The flames whip wildly around them, roaring, it's damn near deafening. Fire licks at his elbows, he doesn't bother hissing in pain. He can't even feel the burns anymore. And Roy is so heavy, Kaldur just wants to collapse.
The building creaks around them, the only sound that can be heard aside from the raging fire. He can't even think, hear himself think, and he isn't sure if they're going in the right direction anymore. It's... It's hard to see, everything looks the same. Fire everywhere. It's terrifying.
Kaldur can't hold his breath any longer, his gills do nothing to filter the air. He opens his mouth wide, gaping, sucking up all the air he possibly can. But it's too hot, too smoky, it burns. Tears trickle down his cheeks as he drops to his knees coughing and there's a soft -pwah- sound when Roy slides off his back and hits he floor beside him.
Roy groans softly, moves a little then stills. And sometimes, it's hard to remember that they're just humans, they're weak against fire too. The light from the fire is only partially responsible for the red color that Roy's skin has taken on. In between the coughing and the tears, Roy is barely visible, just a blur and no matter how many times Kaldur tells himself to get up and move...
he can't...
He barely has enough strength to drag himself over to Roy, much less to prop the red head up against his side. The coughing has gotten worse, his throat is ra,w and with every inhale for another cough he feels closer to choking. Gagging. Desperate for air. Every breath is filled with a disappointing lack of fresh, clean oxygen.
He's afraid that he'll die from asphyxiation before the fire gets to him, yet in a way it's slightly comforting. At least, until he feel his top being burned away and his back is being seared. He can't even scream, can't get enough air. High, short whines. Wispy coughs. Kaldur sobs.
He doesn't even notice Roy shifting, short little cries, his feet are on fire and that definitl,y got him conscious. He kicks his boots away, clings tight to Kaldur. They're both coughing. Can't get up. Can't run. Can't get away from the heat.
And this mission has gone terribly wrong.
Grimmy: Just to make it clear, they didn't make it *sob*. Two of my favorite characters...
Don't forget to check out the note on my page!