[M] Possession [Luna&Logic]

[Average Hero]

He looked up at her for a moment before his head cringed in pain and a few memories flooded back...."What the hell happened that made me forget..." He whispered his mind trailing, and as he looked up again he tried to focus on something to forget his pain.

"Listen, from what I recall you hate everything that is sexual or something, but look I've got to keep my focus on something and you're about the only person in this room, and you're easy to focus on...Would you midn just sitting back down here with me?"

[BewareNinjaLuna]

As he began to talk Vi stopped the banging on the door - it was obvious that no one would be coming for help. Besides, her hand ached from all of the harsh movement and the echo off the wall wasn't helping heal her horrible head ache. When Jag begged for her fo sit down, she did, resting her back up against the wall next to him, bringing her half bare legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. The blanket seemed to be looser around her, which wasn't all that comfortable but she had to get over herself.

When he said the comment about hating everything sexual she had to cringe; that wasn't true by a long shot. Vi and Zenn had spent many days breaking the rules, just not to an extent of where cloths were off. "I don't hate everything sexual." She argued, her eye brows knit together in frustration. Why did it bother Vi so much? The fact that she was always trying to impress and please him, though he never seemed to notice. Ever. Vi rested her head on her knees, turning to the side to look at him, her wavy hair was very messy, and her bangs fell into her eyes, but she didn't move to brush them away. "But alright, I'll be your distraction - whatever helps get your mind off things..." She murmured, knowing that this was going to be a deal with the devil if she wasn't careful. "But, first thing's first - your name is Jag. God only knows why it's Jag, but it is. " her mouth upturned in a light, playful smile, the tear on her bottom lip threatening to break open. Vi looked over Jag, noticing he was even more bruised than she was, but both of them were pretty broken. What had happened last night?

[Average Hero]

His head collapsed on her should as he was just barely strong enough at this point to hold himself up. "Sorry, for whatever happened I couldn't protect you..." The tips of his bangs were now drenched with a sweat from a fever that had been prolonged because of so many open wounds his body, and at this point it was as if his will was just cracking under pressure. He didn't have the strength to adjust his eyes, and only enough to barely move his lips, neither he nor Vi could tell how serious his condition was, and if they could what did it matter? He felt as though he'd be dead by the end of the night.

"What kind of idiot names themselves Jag...." He sighed laughing slightly through cringing when his shoulder tapped the wall, at this point he'd counted three if not more broken or fractured bones, and about two open wounds, only one of any serious condition though.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

"Only an idiot." Vi said with a laugh, though it was only half hearted. She was worried about him. He looked horrible right now - pale, sweaty and his head burned on her shoulder. What made matters worse is that she couldn't help him, or even tell what it was; blood poisoning, obviously an infection, but no way she could cure it let alone clean it. This room was virtually useless. Absent mindedly Vi began to stroke his hair, bitting down on her lip, causing it to break open and bleed lightly.

"Jag?" She turned to him, letting her legs fall straight in front of her instead of curled against her chest. She was still careful to cover all she could, but from her midthigh down, her pale and bruised legs showed. "What were you taking about with Seth? It sounded as if you knew people... people that could help us. Could this be a place that they were in?" It had to be something. There had to. Jag couldn't just die. The story wasn't going to end that way.

[Average Hero]

"I can't really remember, we always met in odd places, but never like this.." Jag forced himself up with what little strength he had managed to sit straight and look over at Vi, he stared at her for a moment before his hand rose to her cheek, and while not pulling her forward he held her face steady, just long enough for her to get roughly half a word or two out before his lips planted against hers. At this point he wasn't sure whether she'd push him away, or embrace the idea, but his mind was blank, and he knew her face, her smile, her touch. Her lips were soft ironically while cracked and dry, his hand on her cheek felt a smooth dirt ridden cheek of someone who had seen the ground once or twice in the past day.

He thought to himself 'Whether she hits me or not, its worth it.....who cares.'

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Vi's face twisted into something that looked troubled ; her eye brows were once again knitted together and her nose was half scrunched. It it were any other time besides now, it may have looked comical. However, as he gently shot down the idea, there was really nothing else Vi could try and do to help him. He would only get worse, and then selfishly she thought if he would pass out, or die. Then she'd be left alone with his lifeless body as a reminder of what she would become in not a long time after him. As Jag began to pull himself up, she opened her mouth, shaping a warning so he wouldn't end up breaking anything else. Like he needed another problem to deal with.

But Vi knew that look, and she had seen it many times from Zenn. "Jag," she breathed, her voice soft but at a bit of a warning note. Too bad he didn't let her finish. By the time she would have gotten the words out, they were lost against his mouth. Which, by the way, was a surprisingly pleasant feeling. He was gentle ; tender. Nothing Vi pegged him as. Instead of being a good girl and being faithful to Zenn, she leaned into the kiss, exploring it slowly. She could faintly taste the blood smeared on her lip from where it had split open, but that only made Vi hungrier. She had lost her mother, her father wasn't anywhere to be found in the past ten years, and her sister died 8 years ago. Zenn hadn't tried to contact her ever since she was locked up in jail; Violet felt alone. Completely and utterly alone. But despite all the bickers Jag and she had, he had been there for her. And suddenly the tenderness turned into rage - rage for the Thinkers that killed her family, who took away her dad, rage for Zenn, because he seemed not to give a flying fuck anymore. Vi wanted out of her thoughts. A distraction if you will. And Jag was the perfect contender. She brought a sore arm up to wrap it around his neck to pull him closer, her other hand only loosely holding up the blanket now. Her kiss was harder, more demanding. Her body begged for something, anything, to get her mind off of what was mentally torturing her.

[Average Hero]

As much as he had wanted to do it before, something on his mind told him to just move in for it. He felt her tug away, for a moment just before she had moved back in, his arm near fell out from under him but he managed to keep himself upright.

He could taste iron and smell blood, and in that moment could put the two together as being the same, it was a sure sign he was doing at least somewhat okay. He mumbled lightly under his breath and against her lips, asking if they could lay on their side, but much more than that was faded and to muffled to hear.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Though it seemed like there was a part of the normal Violet left, something about the accident last night- or was it even longer ago that they had become wounded?- made her a bit more brave, and sure of herself. Needless to say, at this moment a brave and even possibly cocky Vi was not a good one. At least for her sense of better judgement.

When Jag spoke next (more like senseless mumbling) she had caught what she figured was the basic response to his point and nodded her head in reply. "Yeah," she whispered against his lips. However, before he could move around too much Vi broke the kiss, gently leading his back towards the cool bedroom floor so that he wasn't having to make as much of an effort. She then leaned over him, careful not to put an ounce of weight on Jag as she bent down to continue where they had left off, her arms braced on either side of his head.

Suddenly, as if something had finally clicked, Vi realized how she was positioned, neither of her hands had been clasping the blanket, and with it being large and thick, gravity had gotten the better of it and it was fully open, only staying on her because her back was parallel to the floor. Vi then pulled away harshly, grabbing the blanket and wrapped it around her securely. "I'm sorry." She said suddenly, flushed with anger towards herself and embarrassment "I didn't mean to attack you..." Vi leant against the wall, trying to sort her thoughts. And Jag being shirtless next to her was doing wonders for her distracted state. "I don't know what's gotten into me." That was mostly directed to herself, but was just loud enough for him to hear, if he was paying attention.

[Average Hero]

"Honestly? Its fine, it was nice for the moment it lasted." He sat up hid body still ached, but he could move a bit, mostly do the adrenaline now coursing through his veins. He looked around while sitting next to her and eventually stood up and moved about the room. His naked body has pieces of dried blood, sewn stitches, as if he'd been fixed and other miscellaneous scrapes and bruises. While she was one to quiver at a site it wasn't as if he hadn't seen nudity himself before.

He limped around looking for any sort of coverage for Vi, and kept recalling the name "Jag", it was something she had said a moment ago and he assumed it was his name, for now he just had it to go on. He rubbed his head, and found a massive laceration on the backside, and had to immediately assume that was what caused his memory loss. He started to prioritize searching for a small roll of tape he'd remembered from one instance he'd woken up.

A box or two flipped and he found it, it wasn't much but enough to keep deep wounds from opening again, and so with that in mind he wrapped his torso up in duct tape, keeping quiet for the little bit and then moved back down next to her, slowly and cautiously.

[BewareNinjaLuna]

Vi bit down on her lip hard, ignoring the pinch of pain as she did so. Her eyes scanned Jag's body; not sexually, but with concern for his state. Though it looked as if he had been fixed up, what with the stitches, they began to look stiff, and possibly infected by the color. Of course, that could be dried blood, or mean that it was healing as well. Vi hadn't a clue. She wasn't a doctor here.
It wasn't until he turned back around and headed back towards her that Violet realized she had been staring at him. Her eyes blinked rapidly as she looked away, towards the wall, and brought her legs closer to her chest, protecting her body; physically and mentally. However, when he sat back down, something slowly cracked inside her. Maybe it was the fact that he was so warm, and she was as cold as she could get, or that the familiar scent, though masked with blood and dirt, comforted her to where she rested her head on his shoulder very gently. She could hear his heart beat hammer inside his chest, and his breathing came steady. Vi's mind began to boggle with so many horrible 'what if's that she had to get her mind distracted on something else, and attacking Jag wasn't the best choice.
So, instead, Vi began to hum a song her father used to play on the tiny piano they had in the living room. It came from a very old musical, Swan's Lake. But plays and musical's had been banished so long ago, almost all the music had been lost with it. Of course, this was her father she was talking about, and he had just about everything that became illegal. How? Why? Vi didn't know, but she had a hunch that, that's why she was such a rebel as well. It was bred inside her. Eating away at her controlled body to grow an independent, strong Violet. Though her voice was rough and dry, the notes to Piano Santa "Moonlight" rang softly and lovely in the stuffy air of the locked chambers.