| Subject: too bad so sad |
Author:
Balin
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Date Posted: 19:15:36 01/21/11 Fri
In reply to:
Zeth
's message, ".:.Great. You made my barf on myself.:." on 15:02:38 01/21/11 Fri
In another time and place, Balin would have retorted with something equally asshole-esque. Unfortunately, he was in no position to do so. Sitting on the bathmat, now squishy with blood and disinfectant, he let out a long heavy breath, ignoring the deep ache across his flesh. The thought of having to move from this spot didn’t appeal to him. Surely if he could pass the night hunkered down on a building ledge in the piss pouring rain, he could lightly doze sitting up against a wall on the floor of a bathroom. Then again, if there were other options, why not deal with a little more discomfort?
Gauze fastened to his flesh with a layer of tape and britches swapped for the pair of PJ bottoms Zeth offered, Zeth’s guest stared once more at his reflection in the mirror, his knuckles draining of color as his fingertips gripped the edge of the vanity. There was a sliver of Balin, way down deep inside him, that wanted nothing more than to grab his shit and run like hell. Realistically, escaping from his pursuers in this condition was damn near impossible. Taking a headfirst plunge off the side of the battlement and into the Nilryn had almost certainly been the dumbest of luck.
Flicking the lights off, Balin wandered out after Zeth, the cleanup of the mess put off for now. Each step seemed heavier than the last as he made his way to the couch, flopping down shirtless beside Zeth. Balin had always felt that clothes were unnecessary and inconvenient, sometimes only wandering around in the privacy of his home wearing only a pair of shorts. Had Zeth noticed the occasional stolen glances Balin made from across the couch, he would have perceived an odd familiarity in the expression. He had always known that Zeth tried too hard to be an asshole and that underneath his jerk face attitude there WAS a good guy… even if it was buried deep. One had to dig though… a lot.
‘Seriously? Do you think you might need a snuggie?’
Brow raised, he indicated to the television, a subtle smirk pulling at his features. Did Zeth notice Balin inching across the couch?
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