for kat } { let's play character smash!

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Step 1: Comment with a character of your choosing.
Step 2: Specify the character you want to bounce them off of (or offer to be surprised!)
Step 3: Shenanigans ensue.

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[epistemic]

[Everything hurts.

It's a rare feeling when you're a werewolf, but when someone knows how to hunt you they have ways of making it hurt. This is definitely was a hunter who knew what they were doing and it takes a few hours for him to come back around again.

At least he has all his limbs. They wouldn't hurt so much if he didn't.

His eyes blink open and he glances around trying to figure out where he is and if more trouble is coming. His eyes then fall on a mess of dark hair, and he reaches one hand out for her gently.]

Allison?

[goes_by_a_code]

[It had taken a lot for Allison not to go after the hunter who had hurt Derek. This? It was something that she'd have to deal with. Especially, if she planned to keep dating werewolves.

So she'd done the next best thing and sent her dad out after the hunter. They were relatively safe, for the moment.

At some point she'd fallen asleep at an odd angle near Derek's bed. An angle that would probably cause a bit of pain. Though, honestly, she didn't really care.

His voice pulls through her haze a bit and she looks up, tired eyes looking towards him even as she reaches out and takes his hand.]

I'm here, Derek.

[epistemic]

[Thank God.

He relaxes some as she takes his hand, closing his eyes again because the lights are a bit bright.]

You okay?

[goes_by_a_code]

[She'd go and turn the lights down if she thought it would help. If she knew that he'd let go of her hand.]

I'm more worried about you than I am me. But, yes, I'm okay. How are you feeling?

[epistemic]

Sore. Lights kind of suck right now.

[He lifts one arm to drape over his eyes.]

Otherwise I'm good.

[goes_by_a_code]

I can turn them off if you want. It's not like anyone is going to bother us.

[However, she lets out a breath that she doesn't realize she's holding. He's okay. That's what really mattered. He'd live through this.]

[epistemic]

[He nods a bit at that. A little darkness is better than too much light right now.]

Yeah. Thanks.

[goes_by_a_code]

[Allison gives him a bit of a smile before getting up, walking over and turning off the light. She wasn't like him but that was okay. She could do this. She could handle being in the dark for a while. So it takes a moment for her to find her chair again.]

You had me worried, Derek.

[epistemic]

Didn't mean to.

[He shifts to roll slowly onto his side to face her more.]

But better me than you.

[goes_by_a_code]

[She leans back in her chair, not saying anything at first. Her chemosignals speak volumes. The worry coming off of her in waves.]

Don't ever say that, Derek.

[epistemic]

It's true. I heal, you don't.

[He slowly starts to try and sit up.]

I'm fine, Allison.

[goes_by_a_code]

Lay back down.

[She places her hand on his chest when he goes to sit up.]

You're not fine, Derek. Not this time.

[epistemic]

[His brow wrinkles because he feels like garbage, but he's alive. That should count for something.]

What do you mean?

[goes_by_a_code]

[She frowns and shakes her head, resting it slightly on the bed before sitting back in her chair.]

You're not healing.

[epistemic]

[His eyebrows raise into his hair, and he looks down, worried. It's happened to him before, but he thinks he would have noticed if he wasn't.]

What?