╰☆╮ ( CLOSED ) could it be that i played the game

[guilds]

Characters: Lucy Heartfilia and Sougo Okita.
Location: Some street! ... I am so good at this. Can you tell? [deadcat]
Rating: SM. Interpret that as you wish!
Time: Sometime during the Invasion; will update with specifics later.

Chaotic would have been an understatement to the current state of affairs in Death City. There were several, undeniable issues that were made genuinely more evident with each and every ongoing invasion. Each weighing more heavily than the first, and the shouldered collectivism of the entire farce caused her to a fair amount of discomfort and fatigue. However, though she was fully aware that she lacked the power and a partner to make a huge difference in the current events, she couldn’t dismiss the desire she had to protect others. Not to mention, the simple and slender desire to confirm the immediate safety of those within her tightly knit circle.

Sougo, naturally, was no exception to that rule, and was no stranger to her priorities. Though, with the madness that had permeated the atmosphere, her head was still swimming; fogging up her mentally established to-do list. Closing her eyes, she gives herself a moment to breath. A clean inhalation and exhalation of air. She wouldn't forgive herself if she fell victim to something like this. After all, she had her guild mates and friends to support her. That's all that was necessary. Her brows furrowing slightly, she mutes her stray thoughts almost instantaneously.

With a hand wrapped firmly around her temporary weapon of choice, she focused on the road ahead of her. It was latent with possible troubles, but she couldn’t allow herself to focus too heavily on those possibilities. After all, she had resigned herself to this task and she refused with the entirety of her dignity and pride that she would not retract her resolve. With more determination than ever, she sets out to move, her strides only managing to gradually come to a halt when a familiar figure is captured in her peripherals.

With a loud voice, she immediately calls out after him, “Sougo! I was looking for you!” Though, her voice contained a lot of volume, it did little to hinder the sounds of concern that were genuinely laced in her voice. Stepping in closer, her eyes are watchful and vigilant as they roam over his form, checking for signs of exterior injuries.

Comments

it's always well worth it for your tags my Bijou <3

[sadoslash]

He didn't say anything in response because he had nothing positive to say. And weirdly that bothered him because normally Sougo thrived on bringing the negative things to light.

So he chose to initiate a topic change without necessarily using words, lifting his head when her chaste kiss came and intercepting her lips with his own. The hand holding her necklace allowed the chain to slip from his fingers so they could tuck in her hair instead, drawing her close to him like this was some cheesy, shoujo manga where the world around them stopped for a few moments just because they were kissing.

Of course, the moment didn't last long because the world and danger didn't stop around them. There was suddenly a loud bang against the door that jolted his back and caused his attention to quickly snap toward it. His eyes narrowed and he grabbed for his sword again. "Lucy, help me up. We need to pull some furniture over and block off the door."

And he needed to somehow find strength to do this since he couldn't seem to pull off standing on his own. Shit! This was the worst time for fatigue to make him useless.

oh jean..... you know i feel the same except you're always so beautifully fast u///u

[guilds]

Naturally, Lucy had her own marvels about this intimate moment and though they were nothing like the “shoujo manga” he thought of or Erza’s “smutty novels,” she supposed they were just as special if not superior. But, of course. Of course. Knowing her luck, they weren’t given the time. She cringes immediately upon hearing the scraping sounds at the door and she resigned herself to continue to do her best.

Lucy stands up, her legs feeling slightly weak from all the running she did prior to the current state of affairs. Despite this, however, she decidedly evades the feeling lethargy, dusting herself off in a swift motion before offering him a hand. She glances around the room. “Should we start by pushing the bed first … or?” Her eyes scan towards the nearest chair and using her foot, she reaches out for it and drags it into her grasp. With this she puts it under the door, wedging it between the handle and the ground. She only hopes it could hold until they could devise a better safe covering.

“Once we’re safe, I owe you one.” A nap that is. That’s the least she could offer, at least once these abrupt threats were tossed out of the way.

nooo not at all. ;A;

[sadoslash]

He accepted her hand with his free one, pushing the sword into the floor to help drag himself to his feet. He just needed a bit more fight. Just a little more. He may have been at the end of his energy supply right now -- but he could pull something else out. Why was he so weak, though? Sougo never felt this exhausted, this beat up, this...physically drained. And then it dawns on him. His meister ability. He had been pushing it to the limits, using power he wasn't used to having and it damaged him.

He laughed a bit, "Magic..." the sentence was out of the blue and he spared a glance toward her when she wedged the chair under the door. "I used it all up. So how do you recover from that? You'd know, right?" It paid to have a mage girlfriend! Sougo stumbled forward, moving toward the opposite end of a long book shelf. He gestured for Lucy to come over and grab the opposite end.

"The chair should hold temporarily, but we need something more solid. If we put this in front of the door, we'll buy ourselves more time. Maybe we could move to the bathroom for double security, block the door off in there and wait it out. I can drag my pillows and blankets off the bed and it'll be just like having a hangover." He said this like it was supposed to be something exciting and romantic -- passing out at the foot of a toilet.

[guilds]

Sougo’s question comes off a surprise to her, not to a startling degree, but it was an inquiry she never dreamed of receiving. There’s a smile that appears on her lips before a thoughtful pause as she skitters across the room the shelf. She grasps it tightly, signaling with a nod that she had secured the other end. “Well, I don’t think there’s much you can do. Usually magic restores itself after rest and time. There’s only certain types of people who can restore it on their own, but it’s usually due to an external factor.” Like Natsu and his fire, or even when performing a joint magic, but after much secondary consideration, maybe it was the miracle performed by the users themselves. That was a thought.

“I’m ready when you are.” She took in his idea and agreed wholeheartedly (though, admittedly there was an ample amount of (unsure) at his hangover comment). The zombies strength was only in their numbers, they lacked intelligence and their speed hardly met up with theirs so there was that advantage as well. Regardless, if they did make it through, they had the advantage of terrain and weapons. “As long as you don’t start drinking. We wouldn’t a repeat of--”

The day you confessed, but …. how embarrassing. Lucy forcibly shifts her thoughts elsewhere. What was she doing reflecting on that moment at a time like this? … especially with a guy who’s idea of romance was a bathroom party for two.

[sadoslash]

Well hey. The bathroom has a shower and they can get cleaned up together. Sougo doesn't think it's all that bad of an idea, okay.

But he assisted with the bookshelf as best as he could, shoving it in front of the door and leaning against it for a moment to recuperate. Once he gathered the strength the move again, he snatched his covers off the bed and stopped by the kitchen to pluck up a bag of chips (they could be in there for a while! Food was essential) and guided Lucy into the bathroom. He gestured for her to grab a chair from the kitchen table in passing because his arms were kind of full at the moment.

But with the sound of the banging behind them, he hurried into the bathroom -- dropping the items on the floor near the toilet and waiting for her to enter before he shut the door and locked it. The chair was used the same way as before when Lucy had blocked off the front entrance -- Sougo jammed it up under the knob and let out a breath.

"Alright. That's it. That's all we can do. The rest is all up to how lucky you really are. So don't let me down," he rubbed her head as though for good luck, letting his hand rest atop it to pull her in close and plant a kiss on the side of her hair. Then, he headed toward where the blanket was dropped, spreading it out on the floor.

"In the meantime, we can make out?" It was suggested so-very-innocently.

[guilds]

Now that the shelf was put into place, she goes through the motion of wiping her brow, allowing a fraction of time for relief to settles before going on to the next text. She was arduous in her tasks and was sure to follow directions and keep her eyes locked on the other, being sure to watch his back with vigilance. There was always room for error, after all. Nodding towards him once more she reaches over, grasping the other free chair and dragging it into the bathroom, her feet moving swiftly over the room she slowly became surprisingly familiar with.

“Are you questioning my luck?” she interjects soon after the bathroom door is shut and the safeguard (the chair in this case) is put into place. “It’ll be fine, I can assure it.” And well, if not, she would do her part to protect him as deemed fit and necessary. Lucy finally allows a brief drop in her guard, seeing as how they at least created a safe house, first thing was first- “You should re—

“What! What are you even thinking!!! How could you even suggest something like…” She reaches out her arm to touch the place upon her head before reaching out to grab his, motioning downwards. “R-rest comes first!”

[sadoslash]

His head hit the blankets with Lucy's forceful push, and he lingered there -- not really putting up much of a fight. "I can't rest." His voice was muffled into the fabric before he turned his head to speak clearly. "Not while they're out there. And especially not if they get through." He eased up onto his arms, slowly sitting upright. Besides, there would be plenty of time to rest if they got killed. Right now, he needed to spend time with her because it could be their last few moments. His hand came up to reach for the back of her head, and he drew it close to his chest, holding her there for a minute.

"I really am glad to have met you," his arms encircled her shoulders and his chin came down to rest atop her crown. "I didn't really have a lot of good going for me, Lucy, so I'm not so sure you're the lucky one." A pause. "I was lucky you gave me a chance." This sure sounded an awful lot like goodbye -- because Sougo would never be this 'nice' otherwise, right? In his mind, they were in here, waiting for the death that would inevitably come. Neither of them had enough strength to ward off an attack and the bathroom left them trapped.

But he was prepared to throw his life away for the task of protecting her. Who knew. Maybe she would be able to live if he did.

[guilds]

She wasn’t used to such cynicism, rather even if she suspected it’d be her last, she’d keep her held up high, no words of “can’t” or “impossible” lining her rose-tinted vision. Perhaps because it was exactly in times like those that she felt what innate amount of valor or heroism was necessary to express; there were no other options but to live. “You can rest…

“Isn’t that all you do on your day off, anyway?” Lucy’s weakly attempt at humor slips out from her lips unceremoniously and dies on her tongue more readily than she has previously anticipated. There’s a pregnant reticence that comes with the suddenness of their contact and the words that came after. Taking them in, she’s more than aware of its implication. Bringing a hand up from the side she reaches over to pinch his cheeks. Both a reminder of her presence and an action that came with the intention of drawing him out from the dark spaces that seemed to confine his mind.

“I’m the one who’s lucky. I always say it, don’t I?” A soft expression graces her features, there’s no curve of her lips, but the feeling remains. “I won’t let you die. And of course, I won’t die either.” Strength always came in times of need, right? At least she’d believe in that, she preferred mysticisms to cold hard logic any day; it’s the base of what being a mage was all about, right?

[sadoslash]

"Owowowow," he overexaggerated when she grabbed his cheeks and said her part with her usual, enthusiastic optimism. Sougo furrowed his brows. How did he retaliate that? How did he crush her bright burning spirit right now when she sounded so sure and positive they were going to survive this together? He supposed he could allow her to live in the illusion. (Part of him must be going soft).

"Alright, fine," he reluctantly agreed, drawing back and sinking wearily onto the blankets. Sougo scooted so he could rest his head on her lap, laying on his back and looking up at her. "But I think you should at least let me get to second base -- you know, just in case you're wrong. All the way wouldn't hurt anything either, but I know that's a no-go. Maybe third base?"

He always had to push it with Lucy simply because she was so easy to rile up. He didn't actually expect her to agree (he wouldn't argue if she did!) but this was the girl who was stingy with kisses. Psh, her whole ten a day rule. Or was it five? He couldn't remember.

[guilds]

Immediately upon his agreement, her shoulders slump downward slightly, generally pleased by his final agreement. Relief was an understatement and being a mage who’s experienced drainage of magical energy, she knows exactly how detrimental that could be and how exhausted it makes one; both physically and physiologically.

She watches as his head finally recedes into a relaxed position on her lap and though normally Lucy would feel embarrassed, she’s somehow at peace with this--- that is, until he opens his mouth. …. There’s a pattern with these things, she notes.

“Is that the only thing you can think about!? At this rate you won’t even get to 1st base.” …. What were the specifics behind these again? … could they have already reached it? It’s a thought she’s rather not give fuel to. “Just rest!! Geez, every time you say something…”

[sadoslash]

Sougo looked up at her (it was hard to see her face from this angle, but he did have a good view of her breasts.) "We got to first base way back when we first hooked up. Man, Lucy, get with the times." He fought to keep his eyes open, not just to be defiant, but because he feared if he closed them now, he wouldn't wake up -- that the zombies would get in and Lucy would be helpless. Sougo may have been a lot of horrible things, but he was also old-fashioned and believed that to be a man, you had to protect the things you cared about.

Laying down should have been good enough, why was it such a struggle to stay awake? His eyelids drooped and he started to drift off before promptly jerking himself awake. "You'll wake me up at the first sign of trouble, right? You're not gonna be stupid and take matters into your own hands, are you?"