If Scott were a bit more with it, he would have complained and snarked. As it stood, most of what he did was nothing. He could have snorted if he could have breathed, or glared if his eyes weren't hidden, but given everything he really just... ignored the silliness of bandaids and slings.
It was a kind of endearing gesture, anyway.
Then he passed out.
For her part Allison was very, very still and quiet. She squeaked and lit up like a Christmas tree when the flames came up - and an all too literal, white light, Christmas tree with lights rather than metaphorical happiness.
She didn't relax, but it didn't hurt and it was pretty and it was pretty brief.
And as soon as they were on the grounds, they were being met by four people striding toward the vehicle. A woman with silver hair and loose flowing clothes who radiated calmness, a light brown haired man a few years and several inches shorter than Scott, a man who looked like nothing so much as a bipedal blue lion, and a tall blonde with piercing blue eyes, a five hundred dollar hair cut, an expensive tailored suit and - enormous white wings.
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It was a kind of endearing gesture, anyway.
Then he passed out.
For her part Allison was very, very still and quiet. She squeaked and lit up like a Christmas tree when the flames came up - and an all too literal, white light, Christmas tree with lights rather than metaphorical happiness.
She didn't relax, but it didn't hurt and it was pretty and it was pretty brief.
And as soon as they were on the grounds, they were being met by four people striding toward the vehicle. A woman with silver hair and loose flowing clothes who radiated calmness, a light brown haired man a few years and several inches shorter than Scott, a man who looked like nothing so much as a bipedal blue lion, and a tall blonde with piercing blue eyes, a five hundred dollar hair cut, an expensive tailored suit and - enormous white wings.