Slugterra - Microdrabble Compilation III

Pairing: BlakkxWar Prompt: Supernatural [the genre not the show]

Lost.

Not that he would admit such, even to himself. If asked, he would have very seriously stated he had purposely found himself in the tangle of trunks and roots, thorns and thick undergrowth.

His mind drifted to the reason for this arduous trek and he inwardly cursed putting trust in that fae-bitch. Why, just this morning, he had been comfortably standing at his coffee-maker and hadn’t believed a word of faeries existing outside pastel watercolor drawings in a children’s book. Why couldn’t he have just ignored the antlered visage when it came creeping up to his window. Of course, she would leave him behind as soon as he got into the thick of it. What he wouldn’t give to be back in modern comforts…

Almost on cue, as though called by his mental cursings, she reappeared, perched on an upturned root and staring at him with those hauntingly dark eyes. Pointed ears at the base of those red-threaded antlers twitched as her head canted before single clawed finger pointed ahead of him.

"T’ey are zere…"

The butchered English made him cringe a bit, but he never expected some backwards creature to have even a hint of knowledge about human tongues to begin with. Long story short, this was a bit of a surprise how well she could communicate; he would have to see if he could delve into how well she could later. Musings off linguistics, he stared ahead, through the bramble and the thicket, the direction she was pointing.

A cluster of tall figures, all matte black and bent at odd angles, were slowly shambling up some unseen path toward him. “What are they?”

She moved, lightning quick, behind his right shoulder, next to his ear. “Bad geister. Sehr bad geister. Only evil can destroy evil; only one vill stand.”

His head snapped around to see that she had left him again. Useless faebeast… A crunching screeching drew his attention to the entities of before, having crossed the distance surprisingly quickly and pushing through the wood of the tangled trees ahead. White eyes were visible now, long pointed teeth and sharply-pointed fingers making quick work of the wood and thorned vines, trying to reach for him.

He hid the startle at how fast they had crossed their distance and reached at his right hip. There was nothing there, a low grumble at the inconvenience before he squared himself off and readied for the coming onslaught of apparently-carnivorous spirits.

ElixAndi - Bruises

There was something wrong.

She recognized the sound of Lucky as the mech was ridden up toward the hideaway and at first, from far off, it sounded normal. It wasn’t until it was closer that she heard the subtle sparking grind of metal on metal passed the mechanical drone.

Andi poked her head around the corner into the main cavern cautiously from the niche in the rock wall, catching sight of the wolf-mech as it came closer and closer to her. It took a second to notice that there was a small puffing trail of smoke emitting with a cloud of sparks from Lucky’s left hind-leg, a faint limp in the mech’s movements.

Eli was riding still upright on seat, which was a good sign. He was holding his left shoulder and wincing, though. Not such a good sign, especially with the distinct absence of Kord, Trixie, or Pronto anywhere nearby. A twinge settled in her stomach, something she had felt before. It was heavy, unpleasant.

She ran out into the open, caught the strained smile on his face when he saw her and pulled to a stop. He could already see the panic starting to pool in her body before she began to show it outwardly and tried to worm his way around what he knew already to be the source of it.

"Hey, the others are behind me, they’ll be along in a second, I’m su—"

He was stopped mid-sentence by her next exclamation as he slid with a small stumble to the ground, Burpy setting off a small series of scolding chirps from Lucky’s head. Andi made herself heard easily, trying to pry his supporting hand off his shoulder. “Shit! Are you bleeding!?”

"What?" he asked in partial surprise before backing away with a slight wince and giving a vigorous shake of his head. "No! No, it’s just … just sprained a bit, promise!"

Her face scrunched up in a combination of determination and worry at the distinct stutter, one foot stomping with her little hands balled into fists at her side, arms stiff and locked. It took her a second before she was finally able to blurt out, “Eli Shane, you asshat, I’m a bit too corporeal to help you by going through your damned hand! So move it!”

The unified roar of two more familiar mechs (and the coughing of one) sounded from down the road, though her mind was more set on getting the unwilling Shane to comply. Thankfully, he seemed to see no other way out of dodging the metaphoric bullet that was the fuming Andi and gingerly pulled his hand away.

To her relief, there was no blood, or at least not even enough to stain if there was. Even checking around his bony shoulder and under the shirt (much to his unheard protest) proved fruitless to anything too dire. Realizing the worst of what he might get was a bruise, she sighed. In that one exhale, it felt like all the worry and concern that had been building dissipated completely and she was left feeling strangely relaxed.

"Can I … put my shirt back…" Eli started, looking around almost nervously. There was no need for him to finish the sentence really, and she caught on almost immediately.

"Yes. Yes you may." she huffed, placing her hands on her hips and leveling her gaze on him, scrutinizing. "And watch yourself out there next time, you ass. I won’t be doing this again."

All he could do was chuckle a bit at it. “Noted.”

BlakkxWar - Needles

Small whimper managed to escape, bottom lip bitten to muffle the noise as much as she could. Forehead rested against the tabletop, cool against her skin, ebon mane left flowing in inky tendrils to obscure sight. Fingers against the table edge curled, arm tensing. Deep inhale, waiting for the feel of cold metal puncturing skin of her lower left arm.

Comforting grip around her left wrist tightened, reassuring to keep her calm and give her fair warning of the needle sliding through the ivory flesh and pulling thread through. At the continued flinch, he gave off an almost amused chuckle.

"Never thought that you, of all people, would be afraid of needles." Thaddius rumbled at her, trying once to find abyssal blue gaze through the makeshift blinder of hair. "Although, my title of ‘Doctor’ certainly also doesn’t mean I have a degree in medicine. So I suppose there are worse things…"

There was mild exasperation in her reply, obviously trying to take her mind off the idea that he was doing his best to see her wound closed and taken care of. “I don’t trust ze actual medical kind.”

"And yet, you completely put your trust in me. I could question your judgement in this logic, you know."

"Vill you?"

"I said I could. Not that I would." He chuckled a bit at that, delivering a particularly harsh pricking of the needle into the edge of the slicing cut along her arm, watching her flinch again. "You know, a proper doctor would have anesthetics and sedatives for you…"

"Can’t trust zem, especially vit’ zat." she strained. "So I vill haf to take mein chances vit’ you."

His right brow snapped up at that, practically stabbing her with the needle now and none-too-gently pulling the thread through. His ears were treated to a grated cry of, “Fuck! Fuck!” out of her, her right hand clenching so hard that he honestly feared for the condition of the table in her grip. Needless to say, it was satisfying.

"This is why you need a real doctor, my dear. I seem to have grown a slight careless…” he told her, not even trying to hide the self-satisfied smirk on his face at it.

"You’re a fucking asshole, you know zat!” she snarled at him before snarling something else under her breath in her native German. “Und your bedside manner ist horrid.”

She was given another low chuckle, knowing. “Doctors are not supposed to have a ‘bedside manner’. Regardless of being a medical practitioner or having doctorates. That’s what nurses are for.”

"You need a nurse." she grumbled.

"Perhaps you can be mine." The taunt was met with a scoff before he added as an afterthought, "Though, with your typically cynical nature, I am sure you would not be much better versed in it than I am." The thread was tied off, snipped, her wounded forearm sterilized further and wrapped. "The needle is done now, my dear. You can come out of hiding."

Her grip on the table-edge had let up, head lifting to glance through her curtaining mane before shaking it out of the way. “Danke. For putting up vit’ zis.”

"I consider it a bonus. Peeling away at developmental layers, as it were." he assured her, tucking the final edge of the bandage under. His freed right hand reached forward, lifted her head carefully under her chin. Eyes were raised to level with his, muted jade to abyssal blue. "You are also staying here until it is time to remove stitches. Understand?"

Prussian gave him a disgruntled expression at this; he could already see the urge to wander growing. “Ja…”

Her face shifted to an amused smile with a chortling laugh when he bent down and planted a kiss to the scar shredding across her nose, gentle. “And … you really should see an actual doctor.”

A crooked smile crossed his face to mirror his low chuckle when she groaned in exasperation at the suggestion.