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Posted on November 27, 2014 at 00:28:33 AM by BIRCH

She was warm. Every inch of her throbbed with hot pain as nerves deadened temporarily by the cold came alive again. There were other, sharper aches, where she knew bruises and... Wait. She was warm. Birch summoned her strength, prying her eyes open one lid at a time, until she could squint around the small room to focus on a lamp. Her head throbbed viciously and she closed her eyes again, sucking in a slow and shaky breath as she muddled her way through her tumbling thoughts in search of the memories. There'd been a fight in the caves, a bad one. A sudden one. And Jol... Her heart squeezed, stifling her breath for a moment with the sudden pain. She'd run, and then she'd walked, and then... She cautiously opened her eyes again, focusing blankly on the ceiling for a moment as her mind's eye replayed scenes of falling snow and biting winds. She hadn't been drug back to the caves, and the tingling and aches in her bones told her she hadn't died, so that meant she must be somewhere safe. Birch sent another glance about the room, this time vaguely recognizing her surroundings; it was as if she'd seen some other portion of the house that was similarly designed, even if she hadn't been in the room itself. Finding herself alone after another quick search, Birch tugged the blankets up and gave them a slight sniff. The scent there clarified - and muddled, in the same breath - some things, for she instantly recognized it: Jacopo.

"J... Jacopo?" she rasped, wincing at the harshness of her voice. There was no response, and a quick glance out the window told her it was rather late. The sensible part of her, the part that most often dictated her actions, told her she ought to stay put and rest up. But there was another part of her, a part of her that had been largely ignored and a bit rusty from disuse, that spoke louder than the rest: the part of her that needed comfort, that needed to be held and cared for. That needed her to give up control, to seek solace in another person. Birch slid out of the bed, placing shaky feet on the floorboards. Her clothing was mostly dry now, and whispered softly as she sidled down the hallway in search of her rescuer.

She found him sleeping on his couch, and frowned down at him for a moment. He looked... peaceful, and no less appealing than she'd found him the first time she'd met (and, truthfully, each subsequent time they'd crossed paths). What was it about him that drew her to him, that made her behave so... well, female? So often people fell into specific categories for her: family, friend, or enemy. But now... perhaps it was time to open another category, one that had been unoccupied for so long... Hesitating no longer, Birch rested a hand on Jacopo's shoulder and gave him a gentle shake.

"This couch is too small for you," she said, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Emotion shimmered in her light green eyes, a muddled mess of passion and nerves and need. "You should come upstairs..."


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