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realityshifted2008-11-28 07:02 pm
exserpens.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2008-11-28 07:02 pm
[joint post] Repercussions
[With the roar of falling debris, Crowley and Henrietta appear on the plane. They're curled in the middle of a mess of cement and ruptured steel. Blood twists in bright ribbons down the side of Henrietta's face. Flames wind up from the disaster here and there, fed by dissembled tables and discarded coffee cups.] Signore, are you all right? [Henrietta winces, one hand pressed against her eye.]
[Crowley is on his back with his legs partially covered by debris, and there's a long, jagged gash running over his right eye. His sunglasses appear to have been lost in the mess. He coughs and winces.] Fine enough. You? [He attempts to sit up]
[She stumbles over, her eye still shut, and tries to keep him from moving.] Ah, here, I can heal your face.
It's nothing, don't—your eye, let me see it.
[She shakes her head, flinching back slightly.] N-no, it's okay.
[He manages to get himself propped up on his elbows where he can see her better.] I can heal a little, you know. Let me see it.
[She very, very slowly relents, opening it just enough to show her white has gone dark with blood.] I can't see out of it.
[Crowley hisses at the sight of the injury and holds out a hand] Here, let me try.
[Crowley is on his back with his legs partially covered by debris, and there's a long, jagged gash running over his right eye. His sunglasses appear to have been lost in the mess. He coughs and winces.] Fine enough. You? [He attempts to sit up]
[She stumbles over, her eye still shut, and tries to keep him from moving.] Ah, here, I can heal your face.
It's nothing, don't—your eye, let me see it.
[She shakes her head, flinching back slightly.] N-no, it's okay.
[He manages to get himself propped up on his elbows where he can see her better.] I can heal a little, you know. Let me see it.
[She very, very slowly relents, opening it just enough to show her white has gone dark with blood.] I can't see out of it.
[Crowley hisses at the sight of the injury and holds out a hand] Here, let me try.
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[Shifts her feet.] Hey, you're hurt too, aren't you?
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