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Post by Decoii on Jun 13, 2017 18:53:50 GMT -5
So this 'game' is rather simple.
- Description: Every once in a while I feel like writing random shit out. Unrealistic, wacky, just to practice writing. In this game, each person will start with a prompt in which they have to write out a scenario out. I like time limits, so pick between five minutes or ten minutes to create a story that would fit the prompt that was given to you. Once you've done your prompt, at the bottom of your post, you must assign a prompt to the next person to keep this going. Also, I realize just using your characters isn't fun. Sometimes we come up with weird things for other people's characters. In this thread, you can use anyone's characters. This is AU and doesn't affect anything that's going on. For example, if I have a prompt and I want to use one of Eliora's characters and one of Jewel's character's I'll just go ahead and use them. If you don't like someone else using your characters you can go suck a dick.
Prompts could be from one word things in which the story has to be build on, an outline of a scenario, or a narration . I don't know why I feel like I'm making something simple seem complicated. Suck a dick and ask me if you're confused on anything.
PROMPT #1: (Character one) has an intimate conversation with an animal that s/he didn't notice was a shifter and turns out being (character two)
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Jewel
Healer
Loyalty comes in many forms. Some are more obvious than others. -Thorn
Posts: 2,195
Pack Status: New Dawn, Nighstar, Rogue, Other
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Post by Jewel on Jun 13, 2017 20:21:38 GMT -5
Character One: Marigold Reed
Character Two: Jashua Cobert
Time: 16 minutes (which is really good, because I wanted to write a bit more.)
"I'm sorry they did that to you."
Marigold scratched behind the black dog's ear, not expecting - and was disappointed when - any kind of response other than a growl. "I bet being paintballed is no fun when you can't protect yourself."
A small smile lit her face at the answering huff it gave, as if sarcastically saying, "No, really?" Then she reached for the shower head, jerking it from the wall before sitting on the edge of the tub. "I'll be as gentle as possible. And we're going to have to use my brother's shampoo. Unless you want to smell like daisies?"
This time, like the first, there was no intelligent answer. Which was really disheartening. The teal-colored gaze of his promised something more than met the eye of this dog. Wolf. (She wasn't sure. It was a bit on the small size.)
She set to work cleaning out the paint from its fur, making sure the water going down the drain was clear before turning it off. All the while, she talked about everything. How her mother was a tough, paranoid being. How her brother was better than her in everything they did. How – sometimes – she wanted to run away from the unfairness of her life.
Finally, she stood, hearing her spine crack. "Ugh. All right, Im going to get a towel. Don't jump out yet."
It had taken fifteen minutes for her to get back, irritation at her unnecessary quest for a clean towel making her brows scrunch together. "I swear, Treble is such a–"
"I can dry myself."
Marigold jumped, free hand going to her throat, fearing her heart was going to jump out of her mouth if she didn't stop it. "Oh, my God!"
"Call me Jashua."
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Prompt: Thunderstorm
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Post by Orfeo on Jun 20, 2017 21:18:31 GMT -5
Gave myself a ten minute time limit. Tiss what I got.
"-and again advice everyone to please remain indoors and-"
"Aw, shit." Reaver turned his head to look at his companion. "Hey, the power is out out."
"How are you not seeing what's going on outside?!" She replied in a state of panic, looking back at Reaver with wide eyes as rain prattled violently against the window panes. "Are you even aware?!"
Reaver blinked and looked over and past her shoulder to gaze outside. Though his watch said midday, the clouds blotted out the sun enough to make it seem like it was late into the night. Lightning struck out every few seconds. Cars zoomed by on the road with no care to follow road laws and people ran from house to house, unsure on what exactly they should be doing. "Yeah," he commented. "I see it."
"So?!"
"So what do you want me to do? Go outside and scream 'repent! Repent!'" Reaver shrugged. "That's not really going to fix anything, is it?"
She turned her back to him to look up at the mass of clouds violently circling overhead. The wind had picked up even more, forcing trees to bend over backwards against their will, nearly tearing them out by the roots. "At least act like you're aware of the fact that there is a storm out there that's pretty much an incarnation. Of. The. Apocalypse!"
Reaver again blinked before popping a blueberry into his mouth. He chewed slowly, still looking at the storm outside over her shoulder. "Seems to me like any other thunderstorm." He looked back to the TV and yawned. "It'll pass. You're being a dope. You..." he paused, clearly thinking through a list of words he could use. "... you dope."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* - Choose between one prompt or the other -
Prompt 1: (Character 1) decides they ain't taking no shit no more from (character 2).
Prompt 2: Making pancakes.
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Post by Decoii on Jul 5, 2017 19:39:03 GMT -5
Prompt #1. Characters are Ansel and Orfeo. Time limit will be... Ten minutes.
Ansel at this point, had pretty much no fucks left to give.
Not only did she have two packs after her at a constant for a subject that was just tiring at this point, but she had other people to deal with. Mercenaries that are willing to find her and kill her for one pack, or deliver her alive to the other pack. She had never taken the time to find out which pack these people worked for or if they had another issue with her.
But you'd think, that after seven years this battle would be put to a rest. Who had such extensive resources to continue trying to fuck with her? Well, she knew the answer, it wasn't something she wanted to hear. Clicking her tongue, she hissed at the person that stood on the other side of the door. Finding herself at a disadvantage but also blessed. Stressful situations that involved the risk of her life put her in a mood that deleted all the panic from her system.
There was a ringing in her ears but a clarity to the adrenaline in her veins that made it impossible for her to find herself realizing that this was her death. After all, this male had destroyed her home without regards for the human's around them. Her leg was trembling and she was sure that the swaying of her equilibrium was either coming from a poison or the fact that she was about to bleed out. He had landed a few good hits and she had almost died more times then she was comfortable within the last seventeen minutes.
How was she supposed to even survive this steroid looking motherfucking tank that was proving to be the biggest pain in the ass?
She supposed that she wasn't supposed to survive at all. But after being pushed around and beaten up and wounded, she had more then had it with his bullshit. so as a last moment of attempt to fight to her death, she took out her house keys and held them within her knuckles, making a weapon when she no longer had anything to her advantage.
"Well, shit." She laughed, spitting up blood as she stumbled to the door. "Better now then never." she mumbled under her breath as she swung opened the locked door.
"Come at me you little shit."
Prompt: Character (1) kidnaps character (2) then realizes how badly they fucked up.
Prompt: embarrassing moment in which your character should have thought twice before talking.
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Post by Orfeo on Jul 6, 2017 22:26:42 GMT -5
I went with twenty minutes, because I can. Characters are Orfeo and Ansel. Decided to play off the last post. Again, because I can.
"Enough! I said stop it!" Screamed Orfeo.
"Fucking make me," yelled back Ansel as she once again kicked Orfeo in the shin.
Orfeo growled loudly, grabbed Ansel strongly by her waist, and threw her off his shoulder and unto the ground. "What the hell is your problem?!"
"My problem?! You killed all those people!"
"And you're still alive, which I'm seriously regretting at the moment. So shut the fuck up and be thankful."
Ansel threw her head forward, hands struggling against the handcuffs that kept her arms tied behind her back, as she spat at his face. Orfeo, with a sigh, wiped away her spit, then reeled his foot back and planted a single solid kick against her ribs. As she doubled over and reeled in pain, Orfeo turned his back to her and ran a hand through his hair, finally breathing deeply and closing his eyes in an attempt to calm his nerves enough. "You're just bringing trouble wherever you go."
"Listen... You want out?" Ansel struggled to catch her breath as she slowly sat up once more and spat some blood out of her mouth. "Fine. Untie me and fucking go the other way. Everyone wants me and not you."
"Yeah, well if everyone would just shut up about you and I'd have my drink in peace, then maybe I'd consider it."
"W-Wait. What?!"
Orfeo rolled his eyes and sighed, biting his bottom lip as he closed his eyes. "You're the fucking hot topic for weeks."
"Is this what this has been all about? You came into my home, fucking ruined my hiding spot, killed my neighbors, and beat me halfway to death's door and back, all because you wanted some fucking peace and quiet at the bar for a couple of minutes?!"
Orfeo turned his head slightly off to the side, glancing at Ansel's face of disbelief. Well... when she put it that way... "Maybe," he muttered before turning, planting large rough hands on his hips to give Ansel glare. "What's it to you?"
"Ex-fucking-scuse-me?! I swear to God the moment I get out of these things I'm going to fucking claw your eyes out! Do you have any idea how long it took me to set up that identity all so you could just mosey on along and ruing it all in a minute?! I'm going to personally make sure you never have a silent drink in your life ever again! You hear me!? Never! You're a fucking pathetic waste of a person!"
Orfeo, again, rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright! Up you go," he muttered under his breath as he heaved the woman over his shoulder once more, resisting the kicks to his legs and fighting off her attempts at biting at his shoulder and neck as his right ear was constantly raped by her screaming. "Fucking christ, what have I gotten myself into..."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Prompt 1: Character 1 has been tricked into thinking they'd be meeting someone, when in fact it is character 2, who has also been tricked into going to that meeting. They both dislike each other.
Prompt 2: Character 2 stumbles across a dodgy-looking Character 2 who is stranded on the road while on a road trip.
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Post by Ventia on Jul 8, 2017 10:39:29 GMT -5
Prompt 1. Ventia and Ivan. Time limit: 20 minutes.
This truly wasn't her setting, Ventia thought as she moved her eyes away from the pair of young girls, who twirled their hair with a nervous finger as they shyly smiled at the bartender. The club was packed-it being one of those loud and chaotic ones instead of a club like her own that offered safety despite all else. She wasn't sure why Eliora wanted her to be here-she couldn't fantom why Eliora would even come to a place such as this. But the woman-and quite likely her only remaining girlfriend had told her that under no circumstances was she supposed to miss this date.
That a certain Tomas would be waiting here for her. That Ventia would absolutely adore him. That Eliora adored him and wanted Ventia to at least meet with him.
Blind dates.
Ha.
Ventia rubbed her arms, she truly didn't like blind dates. Even the straight whiskey in her near empty cup hadn't calmed the internal nerves that claimed her despite her wishes. She took that last sip, flagging the bartender down as it settled against her tongue-her tastebuds absorbing the alcohol. A scent filled her nostrils, it was nostalgic and made her nose scrunch up. She swallowed, placed the bottom of the glass cup down and twirled her head around, almost bumping into the damn man.
Ivan Trevor.
Ventia stared up at him, his scent growing stronger around her, trying to embrace her possessively. Trying to claim her. Her insides bubbled up in...in emotions she didn't enjoy and she instantly stood from the cheap bar stool. Being so tall along with the black heels she wore made her now come eye to eye with him. Made them equals. Made it harder for him to try to dominate her with those damn eyes of his.
"What are you doing here?" The resentment was already there, Ventia could practically taste it-heavy and thick on her tongue. But she already knew. There would be no Tomas. Good God, she was having a more negative effect on Eliora than she thought if the woman was lying to her nowadays just to get what she wanted. That thought made her want to smile even if her enemy was standing right in front of her.
Ivan just stared, his royal blue eyes trained to her own dark ones. She could see resentment staring straight back at her-in the form of pupils dilating-taking control of the rich color of his iris. His eyes dropped down, stroking the length of her body until they eventually found their way back to her face.
"Seems like there was a mistake." A low growl vibrated between them. Ventia knew it hadn't come from her-even if her wolf was on edge. Ivan always did that to her. Made her feel uneasy. Made her balance feel topped off. It was why she hadn't liked him. Why she didn't want the rogue to join the Pack-even if it was only as a Outsider.
But he had and he climbed up the ranks of the Outsiders as if to annoy her until finally he became the right hand man. Which only made them have to spend more time together. Ventia hated it, and she knew Ivan did too. After all-he had said so as much.
"Well, since this is a joke and all, I'll be on my way." Ventia grabbed the cup again, even though it was empty, and tilted it back into her mouth. Desperately needing alcohol-even if it was just a drop or two. There was nothing and with a light growl, she placed it down. Then she tried moving around him, but between him and every obnoxious person in this absurd club, there was barely any room.
So she pushed past him, her shoulder pressing into his even though she was trying very hard not to touch him. Fingers wrapped around her wrist, fire shot up her arm and she immediately tugged her wrist back from his grip.
Ivan wouldn't let go.
"Eliora's my friend as well," he growled out, his eyes darkening almost completely now. Anger showed in them. It seemed like she wasn't the only one Eliora stood up. Even so, Ventia wasn't about to stay here with Ivan.
"Well then you can go complain to her but you're not what was offered, so I'm leaving."
A cocky lip curled upwards, "No, I'm better."
Dark swirls of silver spiked in her eyes and she growled low in her belly, feeling her skin vibrate and felt his hold on her wrist waver. Something electric grew between them the longer they stood there, her shoulder still pressed against his, his fingers now digging back into her wrist, both their eyes changing into the primal colors of their wolves.
They hated one another. Couldn't stand the sight. It was a mutual feeling. Mutual. Ivan tugged her wrist, his other arm now curled around her waist, pulling her in.
"One dance, at least for Eliora's sake. You know she'll be disappointed if she finds out we're not playing nice, Ventia." Ivan rubbed his thumb into the middle of her back, where every so often, he would accidentally twirl his thumb under her shirt until her skin was touched. Yeah. 'Accidentally.'
"One song," Ventia finally gave in and she leaned into his body. God she hated this man. Hated that smile that curled his lips as if he knew what she was thinking. As if he knew everything.
Eliora had it coming for her, Ventia thought lazily as Ivan lead her into the sea of bodies.
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Prompt 1: Character (1) finds Character (2) on their property and Character (1) is unable to shoo Character (2) away.
Prompt 2: Cheesecake
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Post by Orfeo on Jul 11, 2017 20:55:03 GMT -5
Twenty minutes. Prompt 2. Katie and Reaver.
Music played softly from a speaker beside the TV at the other end of his room, a strange playlist mix of rock and electronic. Just background noise to fill the silence as Reaver stared at Katie with a slight stink-eye that he tended to give his friend whenever she came up with an idea that was... well... not something he'd normally enjoy doing. Shooting, getting a tattoo, breaking into some kind of abandoned private property. Cheesecake.
"What is this crap?" he questioned as he slowly pushed the stuff away from him with his foot, resting back against the headboard of his bed as she moved to sit at the foot of the bed opposite of him.
"It's only the best thing you'll ever eat, that's what." Katie grabbed the dessert and scooped a bite with a spoon she got from the kitchen.
Reaver could only stare in disgust. "It smells as bad as it looks," he complained, pulling his leg back to himself while rolling up the left sleeve of his hoodie to scratch lightly at his arm. "And I'm pretty sure it tastes as bad as I think it does."
Katie frowned and stuck her tongue out at Reaver. He replied with a middle finger. She replied with two. "Have a bite." She scooted up the bed, getting into his personal bubble as she tended to, and shoved a spoonful into his face.
Reaver flinched and pushed it away. "What. No!" He pulled his head back. "Ugh. It smells fucking rancid."
"Eat."
"No."
"Reaver." Her voice took a sullen and slightly darker tone of voice as a glare appeared over her gaze. "I even went ahead and got a blueberry flavored one. Not my first choice, but I was oh so kind thinking of my friend, and decided to go for it. So, fucking eat it."
Reaver grumbled, followed by the slightest of whimpers. "You know, ever since you shifted you've become a real hardass sometimes, Kat." His eyes looked down at the creamy-looking desert, with a smell he didn't quite identify, and a texture that he wasn't behind with fully. Her only reply was to shove the spoon closer to his mouth, now borderline almost force feeding it to him. "Fine, fuck," he grumbled under his breath, hesitating for a second, then taking in the entire bite with one gulp.
He tried to chew. There was nothing to chew. For a second he tasted nothing, and wondered, before suddenly an explosion of flavor erupted atop his tongue. Cheese? His lips twisted up and eyes narrowed down as he wiped at his lips with the end of his sleeve. Then some blueberry, but only a hint. It could hardly be considered blueberry flavored. It almost seemed to start melting into his tongue as he swallowed, and then gagged lightly as he pushed Katie away form himself and reached for a bottle of water, drowning his throat with the liquid in an instant to wash away the flavor.
"It's rancid," he grumbled. "Wait, what, no! I'm not having another." He pushed the second spoonful away from himself. "I can't believe you eat this shit, Kat."
"It's good!" Katie took the spoonful for herself and finally settled beside Reaver at the other side of the bed, resting her back against the headrest in the same manner he had.
Reaver turned his head to her. "Your mom is going to yell at you, and then me, if you get home late. You do know that, right?"
She shrugged and took another mouthful, chewing with a satisfied mmmhmm. "But, unlike last time," she spoke between bites, "this time I told her I was coming to see you."
"Yeah, coming to see me to poison me!"
"Trying to open your eyes to something amazing."
"My eyes were opened. It's disgusting, Kat."
She shook her head. "Sooner or later you're going to look back on this day and you're going to say to yourself, 'Wow she was right! Cheesecake really is delicious.' And when that day comes, I'll be there to laugh at you because of your current bitchy attitude toward this masterful creation."
Reaver rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh at his friend. "You're dumb," he commented, before standing and stretching. "Let's go already."
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Prompt 1: A night out turns sour as (character 1) finds themselves unable to control their shift/mythical power in public.
Prompt 2: (Character 1) is suddenly an unexpectedly attacked by (character 2).
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Post by Eliora on Jul 12, 2017 18:01:30 GMT -5
(i hope i did this right lol )Prompt 2 : Darian and Eliora 20mins-ish
Standing in the middle of the forest with the setting sun on his back and a soft breeze teasing him with the scent of his precious mate, Darian stood staring at the female wolf that stood before him. He knew in his heart of hearts that his was his Eliora, even if his eye and mind were having a bit of a time trying to decide if that was in fact true. His heart screamed at him to use his head. The wolf standing before him couldnt possibly be his Eli, she had died a few years ago. This couldnt possibly be her. Yet his heart wouldnt budge. That scent belonged to his mate and there was none other like it. This was his Eli.
The large white wolf watched him with red-violet eyes as it sized up the large man before it. It wanted blood and the male in front would do nicely. ‘Yay! Lets play with him. He should put up a good fight.’ Elletaf and Eliora began to beg and weep. “Please, not him. Let him pass dont do this.” Elletaf laughed at her.
“Well now that just makes it even better.” It gave an evil laugh and the white wolf snarled and snapped at Darian when he took a step forward.
Eliora was locked away in the deep confines of her subconscious and yet the scent of Darian reached her, touched her, enveloped her and awakened her. Her never ending sorrow doubled and washed over her even more.
“Eliora...is that you?” Darian asked as he cautiously took a step forward. Elletaf laughed cruelly. ‘Oh this is priceless. This will be too easy.’ Eliora begged even more but her cries were ignored. ‘C’mon Eliora, dont be so rude. Say hello to your mate.’ She said that last word with so much disgust that it made Eliora flinch. Suddenly, Eliora felt herself being sucked to the forefront with such force that it left her breathless and weak that the white wolf fell to the ground panting.
Darian took a step back and growled softly as he watched the wolf. “Eliora?” He called cautiously. She whined and turned her gold eyes to him and connected to his emerald ones. She wanted to cherish the moment. The look on his face as he stared at her was one of such relief mixed with such joy yet the weariness and confusion was apparent.
“Eliora,where have you been love? He have searched all the land trying to find you but you were no where to be found. Our children asks about you all the time…” He said in a rush as he ran to her and encircled her in his big strong arms. Eliora wept and Elletaf laughed. fOr a moment she allowed herself to drink in all that was him trying to savor every bit of him.
The moment was short lived as Elletaf began to gain control again. Eliora growled at him and struggled to get away from him but he wasnt ready to let her go. ‘Darian please let go of me and run!’ she tried to scream but she couldnt speak along their link and warn him. But still she tried.
Suddenly there was a rustle and a little girl hesitantly came from behind the trees. “Daddy?” In that moment everything happened so quickly. Darian lifted his head and turned to Nikki and Eliora froze as she looked at the little girl. It was all the opening that Elletaf needed. Using the distraction of the little girl, Elletaf snatched control back from Eliora and attacked Darian without warning.
She was going for his throat but at the last possible minute he pushed her head and felt her teeth sink into his shoulder and collarbone instead. Darian was beyond shocked at the unexpected attack and fought the wolf trying not to hurt her in the process. The little girl screamed as she watched her father fight off the deranged wolf, not knowing that it was actually her mother.
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prompt 1: (Character 1) begrudgingly goes on a blind date not who turns out to be(character 2)
prompt 2: (character 2) irritates the hell out of (character 1) to take them hunting
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Post by Decoii on Aug 15, 2017 20:26:11 GMT -5
Prompt#2 Decoii & Orfeo
Giving myself 5 minutes.
Decoii laid on the soft moist grass, body shaking as she tried relaxing. They'd just gone through an intense sparring section and she was still trying to break it to Orfeo that just because he was a tank, didn't mean that someone as small and light as her couldn't kill him. Granted, they'd been pretty even on their losses and wins today and that either frustrated the two of them or made them keep going until one got a bigger streak then the other one.
There was more to this story then she was admitting to let on, but that was another story in and off itself. "We should go for a hunt," She huffed, "See how well we work together in our other form. You need to learn to take direction and I need to learn to trust you more if this is even going to work out in the slightest."
It was the beginning of her building a pack, they didn't work well together.
"Catch me a bunny." She suddenly demanded after ten minutes of silence from him. Orfeo looked at her as if she's lost her mind and she did nothing more then repeat herself over and over again until he got angry and shouted his answer out at her.
It took her five hours of bothering him to convince him to go hunting with her at his side. She had a plan, maybe take up a job and see how well it would go. But when he excused himself for a moment, she was left with the idea still on her mind.
When Orfeo came back two minutes later, she had her eyes closed and was still laying on the floor. It was safe to say that the rest of the evening was ruined when he held out a live bunny to her face, squeezed it until it practically exploded all over her and drenched her in blood and gore.
Prompt#1 Character 1 expresses his feelings to character 2
prompt#2 character 1 and character 2 find themselves in an awkward situation.
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Post by Azalea on Jul 31, 2018 14:47:07 GMT -5
Alright, let's try this. Maybe it will revive. I did swap he for she, sorry.Prompt: 1, Character A expresses feelings for Character B. Characters: Character A- Azalea Cobert, Character B- Lily Mayberry Time Limit: 15 Minutes Azalea's back hit the ground as she got thrown away from her sparring partner. The fall was harsh but it honestly didn't hurt as much as what it looked like. She could handle it without thinking twice but she was exhausted. How many hours had they been going at this? How many days had they been sparring, trying to make sure neither of them would ever get hurt again? Azalea had lost count over time. Neither of them would admit that they had both pushed each other to the limits and back again. The simple fact that the Alpha had managed to tire at all was proof of their work. They had just kept going and going ever since Azalea got shot, trying to find ways to prevent that. Then, Lily got hurt and they started working even harder to prevent it. They spent their time in the packyard, training with everything there. Azalea was sure to not let anyone get close during their training sessions, it was to lower the risk of anyone getting caught in the crossfire. After their training sessions, each day they would retreat back to the pack house and eat, but never relax. Instead, they would strategize. The two women would sit there and make sure they knew what the other did wrong. They would discuss the changes they'd make for the next day, and then they'd go rest. But today? Azalea just allowed her body to relax into the ground underneath of her. She stared up into the sunny sky. Azalea heard Lily's approached but she felt the boot on her leg. Even that didn't rouse her. "Come on, Aza, we both know that's not all you've got in you," Lily said. She kneeled down next to Azalea, allowing her blonde hair to block Azalea's view of the sky. "I'm tired," Azalea said. She tried to push Lily's hair out of the way but ultimately failed as it moved back to its original position. Azalea huffed over it, causing Lily to laugh. "Tired? We just started for the day!" "We've been at it for weeks, Lil!" Azalea whined, kicking her feet like a child. It felt good to act like a kid sometimes. "Aza, we have to keep going." Azalea sat up, causing Lily to lean back. The two of them were no kneeling in the grass. "Why?" "You know why." "Do I?" Azalea asked, lifting her eyebrow. "We've been beating each other up over freak incidences. I got shot, and what happened to you..." "It was my fault." Lily sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her eyes averted to the ground before she spoke again. "It was my fault that I wasn't fast enough. I didn't react quickly enough, that's why it happened." "Lily..." Azalea trailed off, putting her hand on Lily's leg. "That's not true." She rested her other hand onto Lily's cheek, pulling her gaze back up to her eyes. "Lily, there was nothing that you could have done better. You know that." Lily's eyes were beginning to water but Azalea watched as she forced them back down. "Not then, but it's never going to happen again. Neither of us will ever get hurt like that again, I'll make sure of it." Azalea smiled, dropping her hand down to Lily's. She interlaced her fingers with her's and thought of all the things the two of them had been through in the years. The two of them worked off of a mutual understanding of one another. There were very rarely words that the two of them used to express things. So much went unspoken, unannounced, simply because there wasn't a need for it. They were both women of few words and they both had control of their own lives. What was the point in vocalizing what they both knew? Azalea smiled softly and stared into Lily's eyes. She knew what the point to vocalizing it was, there just hadn't been a need before. Azalea felt that need now. "Lily, I love you. You know that, right?" Lily kind of recoiled a little, pulling her face out of Azalea's hand. It seemed to be more out of shock than anything considering the smile on Lily's face and the laugh that bubbled out. Azalea laughed too, putting her now free hand on Lily's shoulder. "I'm sorry, I just felt the urge to say that." "No, you're fine. I just think that's the first time you've used that word in your life." Lily shook her head and patted Azalea's hand. "And yes, I know." "Good." Azalea released Lily and stood up. "Shall we continue?" ~~~
Prompt 1: Character 1 is dying and Character 2 is the only one that can save them. Prompt 2: Character 1 got mixed up with the wrong people at a party, Character 2 is there when things go sour.
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