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Miranda stood up, having finished cleaning his wounds. "Can you hold out your hand?" She asked, seeming not to care if he could or not. "If not, I'm going to have to hoist you on my back on my own. But I'm hoping, that you could just keep an arm around my shoulder, after I help you to your feet, and I could walk you back to the city."

 
"Pfft." The man laughed. "No thank-you. Im already this far out here- Imma fight to get to the Rapid or die trying. More probably the latter, but hey, I can keep my hopes up." He made no move to get up. "If all you plan on doing is dropping me off at the city, Im well off here. Its not much a difference- theres just less polution."

He rubbed one of his arms, his strength coming back to him slowly as the shock wore off. However, the pain also hit him just as hard. "....By the Bye... Your opinion on "life" as a place to get by... It rewards you not with dying in satisfactory peace- I promise you this. It leave you dying with a gaping hole where your life should have been, fufilling in any way possible. You can't possible live by skirting around the edges and.. Living with no hope or ambition- don't argue with this, because just surviving and pressing onward isn't an ambition- Anyways, it leave you without the very life you were trying to preserve. What have you really accomplished? You won't die in peace. You'll die with the most bitter of wounds stabbed straight through your heart- regret."

 
"I might be a little rough, but I'm not completely cruel! I wouldn't have left you alone in the city, I would have stayed by your side." She sighed, shaking her head. "And, honestly, you won't get very far on your own, in your current condition. Hate to break it to ya, but it's the truth. So," I'm gonna hate myself for this later...., "I'll help you get to the Rapid. Or at least, most of the way there, until I think you'll be okay on your own."

About his philosophy on life, she said, "Look, I don't ever remember having ambitions, or hopes, or whatever. I do what I can, that's all I can do."

 
The man laughed, shaking his head. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I won't even make it past sun-down. Or something. At least im not going to b*ch and moan about it... but, in all honesty, if you've no need to make it to Rapid- I mean, if I get there, then Im set with a place to go... I think." He shrugged. "Dunno if it will do you any good to escort me."

"I feel like bursting." He whispered, eyes soft. "Cause my hearts just... pounding... Just like yours."

 
Miranda quietly said, "Please." She sighed. "Look, I don't know why, but I have the desire to help you. Now, trying to help others is kind of foreign to me, but... Please, just let me help, okay?" Her voice had become softer, more empathetic, almost pleading, in fact.

 
The man looked at her with gray eyes that masked a sort of knowing, a hint of "I knew you would say that" attitude that left him, even in his state, grinning absently, if only slightly. After a few moments of well-paced silence on his part, he murmured, softly, "....If you must insist, then I request of you your name. I mean, if were going to be traveling together... I don't want to have to hint reference you to get my points across."

 
Miranda smiled slightly, glad that she had convinced him to let her go along with him, to help him out. "My name is Miranda. Miranda Bottecelli. And... I think I should probably know your name, too." She sat down beside him, getting a really good look at him now.

 
Avar wrapped his arms around Willards body, heaving himself upwards onto his lovers lap, leaning into his chest. His sores, wounds, abbrasions- whatever they called it, the things that hindered him most- they were healing, fixing themselves up. Well, not on their own. Cause really, they were only going away because of Willard. He was really only here because of Willard.

Willard was a ray of light in darkness, a leader for him to follow. Someone to look up to. That's why when Willard made his first moves on Avar, he readily agreed- to please. And to find that he liked it, because all he wanted was Willard, and to make Willard happy. Slowly, Avars heads filled with thoughts- his eyes clouded over, and he looked distant from Willards antics.

The man slowly lifted his fingers and brushed his black hair out of his face, out of his eyes. He had a strong face, something of a handsome face, but all the same as worn and tired as the rest of them, even with the life in his gray-green eyes. He could have been an actor, or a spy, or a gambler or something- something that only a smooth man like himself could pull off, with a wink, a flirt, and a stolen wallet. He grinned slightly, then, his upper lip twitching from something- a possible former smoker.

"...Well, of course that would be your next inquiry. My name happens to be Nick- Nicolae, really."

 
Willard stroked his hair, and then kissed his cheek. "What you thinking about?" He licked his lips, and then rubbed his fangs against Avar's neck. "You look... Deep."

 
"Nicolae, huh? I like it. It's very sophisticated." She pulled her own dark hair away from her face, which was still streaked with dirt from working on the road construction. She may not have looked it, but she was very good at lifting heavy objects, and cracking stones with brute force and a pickaxe. Of course, that had been her side job. Her main job was working in the textiles factory. She noted his more handsome features, and was slightly tongue tied for a moment. She was used to being around small boys, and large, scary looking men. Not handsome men who weren't too much older than her.

"So Nick, if you don't mind me asking... why are you going out to the Rapid? You don't have to answer, of course. I was just curious."

 
Avar looked upwards at Willard, his dark and light eyes in total contrast with each other as they focused, returning from that deep point in his mind. He went to speak, faltered, and then found voice, soft and gentle as always. "Willard? ... I know you've had to have heard this before, heard it a million times from everybody... cause you help everybody.... but, uh... Erm..."

He closed his eyes, taking in a sharp breath before continuing. "It's just..." He began again, Willards scent wreathing around him like a chocking smoke. "It's just, no one's ever been this nice to me before, not once, not ever in my life. This whole... well, this whole time, from when I met you... it was so... so... was so..." Unable to end his sentence, he swallowed hard, took a breath, then covered his eyes with one hand- maybe in embaressment, frustraition, fear, or maybe a mix of all of these elements. "And I was thinking, maybe this is what it's like to be, you know... in love."

Nick began to lay back, closing his eyes, shaking his head. "Well, I kind of mind you asking." He murmured. "...My conciousness is spiking. I beleive it to be the blood loss. I think you've done enough, so... we just have to wait it out now. Why don't we find a not in the trees, or something simaler?" His voice was smooth, low, and held a sort of northern-city charm in it. He wasn't from around here, from these cities, from anywhere near this area. His English was proper- if lazy- and left it up in the air where he could have come from.

 
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Miranda nodded, pulling herself to her feet quickly. As gently as she could, she wrapped her arms through his, from behind him. "This isn't going to be fun for you, but it'll have to do, Nick." She then lifted him up, and pulled him to a more secluded area, where they could wait without being disturbed. She made no sign that she was having trouble carrying him. She'd carried heavier things before. Laying him down again, she sighed with content, this area being slightly warmer than others, because of the close canopy of trees, and the protection from the wind.

 
Willard's eyes went wide for a moment, and then he smiled gently. "Well, tell me... What have you heard about love? Because by the way you are acting, you seem like you are feeling it." He moved Avar's hand away from his eyes. "Look at me, I love it when you do. Please?"

 
As soon as she began to lift him he began to loose his breath, eyes narrowed in pain. His breath left him for the entiritey of the short journey, world spinning, vision all but useless as the pounding of his own heart filled his ears. Maybe he was worse off then he expected- maybe something inside his body was broken, or maybe he was just dying and didn't realize it. Whatever the case, his counciousness left him before she found them a safe place to stay, and he hit the ground in a dull, twitching thud.

Avar winced for a second as his eyes readjusted, and then bit his lip, suddenly sheepish as he curled into a pathetic ball of human emotion. "...I don't know much about love." He whispered. "But... When I, when I get near you... feel your smooth skin, and see your eyes, and listen to your voice. Even when I'm just with you, in the same room with you, thinking about you.... I get this tight, unusual feeling in my chest. No, no... its not a bad feeling. Its somehow... beautiful, and I can't get enough of it. Some sort of joy comes from it, a lightness. And that just makes me think about you more and more and more.... And, I see nothing wrong with you, and I just.. this feeling.... I think its Love."

 
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Miranda stared at his unconscious figure, horrified. "Nick!" She yelled, "Nick! Please, wake up!" She was fighting the urge to panic, trying to stifle it, even as it grew in her chest, threatened to fly out, leaving her a wreck. She tried to focus on making sure that he wouldn't die. So, gently, she placed her hands on his face, checking his temperature, then touched his lips with a finger, trying to see if he was breathing. She leaned her ear near his mouth, trying to feel the breath she hoped was coming. She then moved a hand to his chest. His heart... was it beating? She thought it was.

 
Willard blushed madly, and glanced at his hands for a second. He then let out small giggled, and then nodded. "I beleive you're in love Avar." He held him closer. "I love you as well. I will protect you always."

 
"I just want to be with you forever." He whispered, his voice fading again. "Cause you, you're the only person who makes me feel alright. I feel like Im f*cking invincible when Im around you."

Nick stirred slightly at her screaming but otherwise lay still, his heart beating frantically to fill his body with the needed oxygen he was just managing to pull into his body with quick, unstable breaths. his chest was bruised and colored something awful, and it was easy to guess that he had broken a rib or two in the encounter with the muggers- her picking him up in such a way almost ensured aggrivation, which is why he had passed out on the jouney.

 
Miranda realized that she had messed up. But too late, what had happened had happened. She felt like crying, she felt like running away. He'd be better off without her, she knew now. She could have killed him. Tears stung her eyes. "I-I'm sorry!" She said, trying to hold back a sob. The guilt weighed in her stomach like a rock. She wasn't supposed to cry! She never cried! Get a hold of yourself! her mind screamed. Just stop!

 
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