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[tygati]

I have Vicodin. This fact amuses me. Especially since I haven't actually had to use it yet. Hopefully I won't. I hate meds. >.>

There was something else I was going to say. I forgot what it was. Alas.

This no solid foods for four days thing is going to get old fast, I think. *stocks up on frozen squash*

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[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

Damn you, I'm hooked on a new story. :P
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Toma hurried through the night, dragging his thick cloak tightly as he ducked through the shadows cast by the widely spaced lanterns. He could extinguish them easily, but that would draw too much attention and he was doing his best to be sneaky.

Not that he thought he was succeeding admirably. Espen was too smart; no doubt he knew exactly where Toma was and would catch him at the last possible second, to prolong the agony.

Stifling a hearty sigh, Toma ducked into a dark, smelly alleyway, ignoring thoughts of what might be causing the rank smell. Leaning against the wall, he forced himself to calm down and catch his breath.

A soft scuff of boot was his only warning, and then heavy hands settled on Toma’s shoulders, dragging him away from the wall. Toma yelped, startled at the sudden movement, and barely resisted the impulse to catch the man’s clothes on fire.

It was a good thing he had, too, because this was not Epsen, who could withstand such an assault untouched.

“Let go –”

“Hush, now,” the man hissed at him, his voice deep and amused. Toma tried to jerk away, but the man’s grip was too strong.

“Let go,” Toma repeated, nailing his assailant with a well-placed kick to the shin. Twisting away, he ran right back into the wall, but he didn’t pause before he ducked back towards the opening of the alley. There was a reason you weren’t supposed to go down dark, smelly alleys.

He barely got two steps before he was grabbed again, from behind. The man was much stronger than he was, and Toma didn’t even get a chance to yelp again before a broad hand was clamped over his mouth.

A hand that smelled sweet, clean and flowery… like the standard-issue soap dispensed at the collegiate baths. Toma stopped struggling, confused; if this was one of Epsen’s cohorts, why was he not calling out that he’d caught Toma?

“Gonna stay quiet now?” The man asked, his grip relaxing a little. He had one arm wrapped tightly around Toma’s waist, pinning Toma against his broad body. The other arm was draped heavily over Toma’s shoulder, hand clamped over Toma’s mouth to keep him quiet.

“Who?” Toma asked as the hand fell away. The man didn’t release him though, holding him rather intimately close.

“A friend,” the man said, chuckling softly. “Don’t run off now, we’ve still got to get you those last five blocks to the rendezvous point.”