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ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote2019-01-19 03:09 pm
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-05-24 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Liar fucking lying liar. Tate tries to stand steady when Derek's feeling his arm over, wincing through the pain that slips through the grates and back into him rather than Derek. It's a hot, knife-like pain and Tate's starting to break a sweat from suffering it, like threads wearing bare he can tell if it drags on he might start to lose it. He doesn't say anything when Derek shreds his shirt, looking down at it vaguely while his teeth click together.

He gets his hand onto Derek's chest - not sure where to put it to brace or hold but it doesn't matter because the second he twists his arm, Tate's got a vice like grip with a sudden shout. He's never felt that kind of pain before and it shows - even after it lessens with his arm back in place, Tate's dazed and still clinging to Derek's clothes. He sways, just slightly and closes his eyes, breathing heavy.]


Fuck.

[He should say thanks. He doesn't - he just looks back down at his arm, flexing his fingers and hissing when it still feels bad.]
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-05-24 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tate's suddenly so, so tired. He'd been tired before all this started - standing up there on the platform looking up at the stars he could see through the trees, feeling serene and happy for a change. He was going to curl up and sleep, maybe read a bit by pocket light but then he fell. And the adrenaline kicked in, a burst of white hot alertness that's now slowly fading like the pain from his arm.

He starts to lean back again to pull away, touching his hand to Derek's before looking up at him - imploring him to let go. Tate'll heal fast enough - his head no longer rings, all the superficial cuts and bruises are ghosts of what they were. His arm hurts and maybe it'll take a bit longer, but he can work through that alone.]


I don't - I don't know? I wasn't stupid or fucking around, it doesn't make sense. Nobody was around, it was just me. And I'm - I haven't smoked or taken anything, I promise.
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[personal profile] confiscated 2019-05-25 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate closes his eyes for a beat, like a dog enjoying the feel of Derek's hands on his neck before blinking open his eyes to look up at him. He nods, casting a glance upward to the trees with wary tension in his face. Because, you know, he just fucking fell from there and he's not scared of going back up by any means however...]

All my shit's up there still. Can you... get it for me? We can stay down here, or whatever. But I just can't climb back up yet.

[And he's determined not to abandon the project.]

I'm okay.