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tamingthemuseI forgot about this week's prompt. Forgive me muse! ^_^;
Title: Silent Snow
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Black Out
Warnings: It’s a WIP *shrug* warning for nakedness?
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Sandor is searching for something, but not for what he found. Word count: 548
It was a loud creak that made him stop, looking around the empty forest for its source. Snow was heavy on the ground, and the track before him was empty, unmarred by footprints of any beast. The area was still. Sandor figured it was just the snow settling. He turned his eyes back to the path, thoughts quickly turning back to their usual dark path.
Something with in him was missing. He’s always known it, but couldn’t never find it. Wasn’t that why he always moved? Wasn’t that why his feet never stopped, why he searched as far as his feet would take him?
He sighed and wondered what had created that hole in his heart.
Then came another creak and this time a low moan followed it. Sandor looked up just as the branch above him broke and a shower of snow descended, nearly hiding the body the branch had held up as it fell through the air, colliding with him. Gasping, he was knocked from his feet and the air rushed out of his lungs. He tightly wrapped his arms around the thin, nude frame as they collided with the ground.
The body in his arms gave a sharp cry of pain. Sandor fought upright under the body and pulled it up with him. He pulled they young man against his shoulder and paused as he took in his features.
He had never seen anybody that looked like this young man did. His skin was the color of cinnamon, eyes sharply slanted as the lids turned heavy and the pupils rolled up.
“Oy,” he said, lightly patting the boy’s cheek. Dark eyes blinked open again, glazed in pain. “What were you doing up there?”
The dark boy moaned again, his eyes unable to focus and his head lulled on Sandor’s shoulder. A shudder wracked his body and pulled another pain filled moan from him.
“Oy! Don’t pass out!” Within seconds, the boy was unconscious, a dead weight in Sandor’s arms. Gaping, Sandor cursed under his breath. Just what was he going to do now?
He looked up at the parts of sky visible through the heavy clouds. Night was on its way. In this forest, it was going to become black out, visibility reduced to nothing. The wind had picked up and there was more snow on the way.
He looked back at the man so still in his arms. Where had he come from, and how did he get here in such a state? Surely he hadn’t walked in the snow with no protection?
Struggling to his feet, Sandor gathered the man in his arms, horribly surprised at how light the man was. It couldn’t be healthy for someone to be so light. He readjusted his hold so that he could wrap him in his clock and offer him what heat he could with his own body.
He had to look for shelter from the oncoming night. There had to be something somewhere near here. A cave, a fallen log, anything.
They way the man’s body was shivering sent arrows of fear into Sandor’s heart. This man had to live.
Sandor gave pause at that thought, his breath once again catching in his throat.
This man was nothing to him. Why was he suddenly so important?
Title: Silent Snow
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Black Out
Warnings: It’s a WIP *shrug* warning for nakedness?
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Sandor is searching for something, but not for what he found. Word count: 548
It was a loud creak that made him stop, looking around the empty forest for its source. Snow was heavy on the ground, and the track before him was empty, unmarred by footprints of any beast. The area was still. Sandor figured it was just the snow settling. He turned his eyes back to the path, thoughts quickly turning back to their usual dark path.
Something with in him was missing. He’s always known it, but couldn’t never find it. Wasn’t that why he always moved? Wasn’t that why his feet never stopped, why he searched as far as his feet would take him?
He sighed and wondered what had created that hole in his heart.
Then came another creak and this time a low moan followed it. Sandor looked up just as the branch above him broke and a shower of snow descended, nearly hiding the body the branch had held up as it fell through the air, colliding with him. Gasping, he was knocked from his feet and the air rushed out of his lungs. He tightly wrapped his arms around the thin, nude frame as they collided with the ground.
The body in his arms gave a sharp cry of pain. Sandor fought upright under the body and pulled it up with him. He pulled they young man against his shoulder and paused as he took in his features.
He had never seen anybody that looked like this young man did. His skin was the color of cinnamon, eyes sharply slanted as the lids turned heavy and the pupils rolled up.
“Oy,” he said, lightly patting the boy’s cheek. Dark eyes blinked open again, glazed in pain. “What were you doing up there?”
The dark boy moaned again, his eyes unable to focus and his head lulled on Sandor’s shoulder. A shudder wracked his body and pulled another pain filled moan from him.
“Oy! Don’t pass out!” Within seconds, the boy was unconscious, a dead weight in Sandor’s arms. Gaping, Sandor cursed under his breath. Just what was he going to do now?
He looked up at the parts of sky visible through the heavy clouds. Night was on its way. In this forest, it was going to become black out, visibility reduced to nothing. The wind had picked up and there was more snow on the way.
He looked back at the man so still in his arms. Where had he come from, and how did he get here in such a state? Surely he hadn’t walked in the snow with no protection?
Struggling to his feet, Sandor gathered the man in his arms, horribly surprised at how light the man was. It couldn’t be healthy for someone to be so light. He readjusted his hold so that he could wrap him in his clock and offer him what heat he could with his own body.
He had to look for shelter from the oncoming night. There had to be something somewhere near here. A cave, a fallen log, anything.
They way the man’s body was shivering sent arrows of fear into Sandor’s heart. This man had to live.
Sandor gave pause at that thought, his breath once again catching in his throat.
This man was nothing to him. Why was he suddenly so important?
