Your all too kind for something so short. Tala/Bryan won, which I am very glad for. I love writing about them...
So remember to keep voting and for now, enjoy.
~Touch~
It was dark. Everything was obscure. He couldn't see but as his senses flooded back to him, the pain immediately became overwhelming. Painful sensations ran up his immobile body and a small groan was freed from the depths of his throat.
''Welcome back.''
The voice was familiar to him, comforting as his eyes slowly fluttered open. Now concious, he could feel his limp, battered and sore limbs as they ached.
Turning his head slightly, without straining his neck, he let his eyes roam over the other presence on his bed. He tried to speak up, but was shushed by the feathery touch of the other's index to his lips.
''Your a real mess you know.''
Nodding, the injured boy found it hard to stay awake and struggled to keep his eyelids from closing, letting sleep claim his wounded body.
''Bry'' The faint sound escaped his lips, barely audible even in the peaceful silence.
''Shh Tala. Don't speak.''
A grunt of disaprovable left the red-head's mouth. He truly loathed being told what to do, at any time.
''What did- did they- do to me?''
''They worked on your arms and back, more proding and tubes.''
Under the covers, Tala's arms were bruised black and purple from syringe injections and incisions made, veiled by bandaged, faintly stained crimson. His head spun in a circle, leaving him dizzy and nauteous.
As more time passed, Tala found it more difficult to fight off sleep when he could barely move a muscle.
''Thanks-''
''For what?'' Bryan asked on instinct but scolded himself because his captain was speeking again and not resting up like he had ordered him to.
''For being here.''
A small smile spread across Bryan's lips as he stood up from the bed and walked around to the other side, near the door.
''Don't-go. Don't leave me.'' In a raspy voice from the dryness in his throat, Tala pleaded desperately, very unlike himself.
''Ti ne odnA.'' Bryan reassured him, brushing his finger tips across Tala's porcelaine cheek.
It pained Bryan greatly to watch Tala, his LyubImaya in such a weakened state. So helpless and fragile when he should be standing tall and confident.
''Now please rest my love. Boris said we all have to train tomorrow.''
Gently, Bryan leaned forward and pressed his lips to Tala's in a delicatly sweet and chaste kiss before sitting back down and watching Tala drift off into a peaceful slumber.
So was that fluffy enough? Now T/B is off the list pick only 1 couple alright?
Max/Mariam
Tyson/Max
Tyson/Hilary
Max/Emily
Emily/Michael
Michael/Li -- Don't ask...
Li/Mariah
Oliver/Enrique
Johnny/Robert
Kenny/Emily
Translations from Russian: Ti ne odnA is 'You are not alone'
-LyubImaya is 'darling'
So remember to keep voting and for now, enjoy.
~Touch~
It was dark. Everything was obscure. He couldn't see but as his senses flooded back to him, the pain immediately became overwhelming. Painful sensations ran up his immobile body and a small groan was freed from the depths of his throat.
''Welcome back.''
The voice was familiar to him, comforting as his eyes slowly fluttered open. Now concious, he could feel his limp, battered and sore limbs as they ached.
Turning his head slightly, without straining his neck, he let his eyes roam over the other presence on his bed. He tried to speak up, but was shushed by the feathery touch of the other's index to his lips.
''Your a real mess you know.''
Nodding, the injured boy found it hard to stay awake and struggled to keep his eyelids from closing, letting sleep claim his wounded body.
''Bry'' The faint sound escaped his lips, barely audible even in the peaceful silence.
''Shh Tala. Don't speak.''
A grunt of disaprovable left the red-head's mouth. He truly loathed being told what to do, at any time.
''What did- did they- do to me?''
''They worked on your arms and back, more proding and tubes.''
Under the covers, Tala's arms were bruised black and purple from syringe injections and incisions made, veiled by bandaged, faintly stained crimson. His head spun in a circle, leaving him dizzy and nauteous.
As more time passed, Tala found it more difficult to fight off sleep when he could barely move a muscle.
''Thanks-''
''For what?'' Bryan asked on instinct but scolded himself because his captain was speeking again and not resting up like he had ordered him to.
''For being here.''
A small smile spread across Bryan's lips as he stood up from the bed and walked around to the other side, near the door.
''Don't-go. Don't leave me.'' In a raspy voice from the dryness in his throat, Tala pleaded desperately, very unlike himself.
''Ti ne odnA.'' Bryan reassured him, brushing his finger tips across Tala's porcelaine cheek.
It pained Bryan greatly to watch Tala, his LyubImaya in such a weakened state. So helpless and fragile when he should be standing tall and confident.
''Now please rest my love. Boris said we all have to train tomorrow.''
Gently, Bryan leaned forward and pressed his lips to Tala's in a delicatly sweet and chaste kiss before sitting back down and watching Tala drift off into a peaceful slumber.
So was that fluffy enough? Now T/B is off the list pick only 1 couple alright?
Max/Mariam
Tyson/Max
Tyson/Hilary
Max/Emily
Emily/Michael
Michael/Li -- Don't ask...
Li/Mariah
Oliver/Enrique
Johnny/Robert
Kenny/Emily
Translations from Russian: Ti ne odnA is 'You are not alone'
-LyubImaya is 'darling'
