lucetilogs | Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with your enemy.

Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with your enemy.

Who: Draftees
What: Battlefield shenanigans + anything in between.
When: 12th -14th December.
Where: Underground Research Facility.
Summary: Violence! Fighting! ...and your temporary bouts of non-fighting too, if you like. You may want to label which day it is + the location in your thread title!
Rating: G to R?! Everything applies!

[For all your battle-and-in-between needs! Please refer to the modpost and the OOC plotting post for details and so forth! Don't forget to state the day (Day 1/2/3?) + location in your thread too! ♥]

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[It's Guy.

Luke's memories of what happened on the battlefield are hazy from the moment his back was struck. But he knows that Guy was there, he knows that Guy took care of him until he was brought back here.

He knows that Guy saved his life.

And Guy looks so relieved and depressed and Luke reaches as far as he can to grab onto Guy's sleeve, even if he has to shift and wince as he does so.]

G-Guy, you're hurt...

Edited 2010-12-21 08:38 (UTC)

[It only takes a second for Guy to compose himself, just long enough for him to sit up straight and remove Luke's hand from his sleeve to push him back against his pillows before a droid can get to it.

Speaking of droids, one of them ambles over to Guy and attempts to treat him, and though Guy slaps its hands away it finally manages to wrench one of Guy's sleeves up to start cleaning a deep gash along his forearm.]

I'm fine, completely all right. Just a couple scratches here and there.

But-

[A lump forms in Luke's throat, so he has to turn his head away and squeeze his eyes shut to force it back down. Once he's composed himself, his eyes seem a little bright, maybe fearful and sad, but he still smiles the best he can.]

I got myself in some real trouble, huh?

You sure did. Good to see you're out of it though. [Guy gestures with his free hand.] You might even get yourself a sexy scar to impress the ladies with.

H-Heh... Yeah. And I'll have a cool story to go with it, too!

Yep.

[Guy can't muster the energy or the cheer to make for good conversation though, so he just rests his elbows on his knees and leans forward. The droid presses a cold pack over a welt on the back of Guy's neck and after some prompting he lifts a hand to hold it there.]

[Luke watches Guy for a while and realizes that the lump's returning to the throat. He can't believe that that happened, and he's still scared and still hurt and he can't make cheerful conversation, either.

He sits up just a bit, ignoring how his lips twitch as he looks at the droids.]

Can you please get out now? I think he'll be fine.

Edited 2010-12-21 09:14 (UTC)

[Guy glances up through his bangs- Ah. He recognizes that expression. Mustering a smile he reaches over to pat Luke's hand.]

Don't bother Luke; they're probably like fonbots. They have a set of commands and have to complete them before they can move on. Just let them finish with us and we can be alone.

[Luke glances over at Guy - that smile is fake and he knows it, and he presses his lips tightly together when his eyes start to sting. So, he lays himself back down and crosses his arms tightly over his chest and turns his head away.]

Stupid...

["Fonbots", but he's afraid to say the rest since it'd probably come out with a waver to his voice.]

[The smile slips off of Guy's face again and he keeps his hand atop Luke's until the droids finish with him and finally leave the room. The door clicks shut, startling in the silence.]

Edited 2010-12-21 09:53 (UTC)

[Indeed, the click makes him jump. But it also alerts him to the fact that the droids are finally gone.

He doesn't care how much this will hurt.

Luke grabs onto Guy's hand and pulls him toward him, and once he's close enough to reach he sits up and throws his arms haphazardly around him to hold him tightly, desperately, and he presses his face against whatever's closest - Guy's shoulder.

The pain that erupted because of that move plus having a solid body - and Guy at that - here with him, and the fact that he was so afraid, and that he's sure Guy was afraid too, makes his efforts to hold back his tears shatter the instant his face is hidden.]

Oh, Luke. [Guy holds Luke still, rubbing his back gently though he's careful not to aggravate his wounds further. He rests his cheek atop Luke's head, eyes drifting to the far wall to stare at it with eyes half-mast.]

[Luke mumbles something against Guy's shoulder, but that came out unintelligible and he knew it, so he presses his forehead there instead so that his mouth is free.]

-ou saved me. 'm sorry...

Don't apologize for that.

[Guy wants to hold Luke tighter, squeeze him, reassure him but he doesn't dare with all those ugly stitches down his front.]

I'm just glad I made it in time. Just... [Guy's hand hovers in the air before he gently rests it against his back again.] Just...I'm glad you're all right.

[Luke may be busy crying, but he can still pick up on a few things. Guy lifting his hand away, the hesitation in his speech...

"Luke- Luke. Stay with me."

He takes in a deep, hiccuping breath before he reaches up to place his hand atop Guy's head and gently pushes it down to his shoulder.]

Thank you...

It's all okay now.

Edited 2010-12-21 10:28 (UTC)

[It surprises Guy a bit, but he allows Luke to move his head down to his shoulder. There he rests, closing his eyes and holding onto Luke. He doesn't shake, doesn't tear up; his breath doesn't even turn ragged.

He just closes his eyes and holds on.]

[Luke's fingers grip the short spikes of Guy's hair, and he lifts his head to rest his cheek against the side of Guy's as he stares at the wall. It's a near role-reversal here, except Luke's trying to calm himself down while Guy has kept that way since Luke pulled him over. And that's okay; Luke didn't expect him to cry. He doesn't want Guy to force it out just because Luke gave him the invitation.

Yet he still has to chide with sad, weak humor in his voice.]

It's not good to bottle everything up inside all the time.

M' not. [Guy's voice is muffled against Luke's shoulder.] This is me not-bottling.

Yes you are. [And that's a matter of fact. He shuts his eyes with a little smile.] And it's not good. I don't mind you doing it, but... Let it out sometime, okay? Otherwise you'll burst.

[Guy sighs through his nose before pulling back and pointing to Luke's stomach.]

And so will you, if you don't lay back down. Look, you're bleeding. You do realize you ripped your stomach open today, don't you?

[Luke blinks once the hug is broken, though he still keeps his hands on Guy's shoulders. He stares for a good second before he looks down at his stomach - Oh. Well would you look at that, Guy's right; there is a bit of blood coming through the bandage.

He sighs, too, and shifts so that he's laying back down. Guy is even worse than Tear sometimes when it comes to stuff like this.]

Yeah yeah, I know...

Good.

[And Guy stands to fuss properly over the blankets, drawing them up further and pressing them down so they're not all twisted and rumpled around Luke's legs.]

I'm gonna get them to bring you something to drink. You need to at least have some water.

[And Luke makes a face at that because he HATES those droids, even if they were ultimately responsible for making sure he didn't die. They're stupid, they don't talk to him or listen to him, they're not the people he wants to see...

But he'll agree to it. If only so that he can give Guy some alone time.]

... Okay, fine.

[But one more thing-] Guy?

[Alone time, what? He's using that handy-dandy speakerbox.

Guy stands next to it, his hand hovering over the call button but not quite pressing it just yet.]

Hm?

[Luke opens his mouth, then shuts it and glances down at the sheets. "I didn't want to die back there", he was about to say, but that's a little... awkward sounding. So he picks at the sheets before he thinks of the proper thing to say and looks up at Guy again.]

Thank you for saving my life.

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