Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131103145155/@comment-25151516-20131126115748

"A yellow Nevermore," Revan repeated softly, amused. "How 'bout tha'?"

MacLeod guided Kirina's pacing as they travelled up the flights of stairs to the third floor, as softly as he could. He kept on talking to keep her from waking up all at once.

"Now then, we both need showers." He looked at the blood turning dry and crusty on her skin. "Some o' us more'n others. I'll do laundry an' get you a bathrobe."

For some reason, Revan's face was growing warmer. Stop it, said the voice in his head. This is not the time for feelings MacLeod.

Shut up, Áinfean, was Proper Revan's answer. 'Not my fault she's the only one that I can be comfortable around.

''Focus. We are close to finding them. Holmes will find them for us...''

For you, Revan interrupted. 'You are everything that makes me want their heads. And that is what I genuinely hate. You keep pushing me away from anyone close to me. Just stop.''

''Love, kindness, sentiment, these are your weaknesses. You cannae see straight when you look at someone else. She is just some crazy little girl with a necromantic complex...

''She is crazy, yes, but, she has spirit. A good, scarred one like mine. How am I supposed to know if I find people's qualities good or not?''

''Shut up. I don't care if you find someone lovely, I'm putting it down...''

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM Not if I can help it.

Revan snapped back to the real world and nearly bumped into the door to his apartment. Apparently, as he argued with himself, his legs managed themselves up the three floors. He fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door.

"Okay," Revan pointed to the hallway. "Shower's down the hall. Next to the room with the surgery table an' herb plants. Should 'ave shampoo an' all that. I'll go fetch a towel an' a bathrobe. Jus' hand me yer clothes an' I'll put 'em in fer the wash."