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Log: Short Lived Escape
WHO: Trent Kane & Annabelle Keely
WHEN: 12 April, evening {Backdated}
WHERE: Kitsune House, Trent’s Dorm
Trent couldn't really express how good it felt to be out of the infirmary and away from the ever watchful eye of the nurse and whoever was floating about. His freedom might be short lived, but it was freedom nonetheless. That he appreciated, far more than he thought Anna realised.
Trent hated being laid up in bed, being the center of attention for all the wrong reasons, and he finally felt like he could breathe.
Even if his room hadn't been touched since he'd left with Ashton to go to his lair, which meant his bed still wasn't made and his clothes were scattered here there and everywhere because he hadn't bothered tidying up.
"S'good to be back here," he shared as he finally settled on his bed, placing his crutches to one side. "Feels like I can breathe."
"Feeling like you can breathe or not, please just lie down in the bed," Anna fussed, hands smoothing over his shirt and his cheeks, touching to reassure herself that she hadn't killed him in attempting to help break him out of the infirmary. They weren't really thinking all that clearly, if they had been they would have known that it was a fruitless endeavour.
She cleared her throat and just nodded. "You look a little better already," she offered, fussing with his pillows and then gently guiding him backwards until he was lying down. She'd already stripped him of the jacket she'd wrangled him into to make sure he didn't freeze on the way back.
Trent rolled his eyes at Anna’s fussing but went along with it good naturedly seeing as she’d helped him break out for a few precious hours of being without the overwhelming suffocating press of the infirmary because contrary to popular belief a place could have an atmosphere to it.
He grimaced faintly as Anna helped him out of his jacket before he leaned back into his pillows slowly, just catching his breath and ignoring the slight throb of pain in his broken ankle as well as the way in which his head spun.
“Yeah?” Trent drawled. “All a matter of time before I’m running ‘bout like before then.”
"Yep, barely any time at all." Anna reassured with a small smile, settling beside him once he'd got himself laid back and she'd fussed with the covers, placing them over him and resisting the urge to curl up beside him and just wrap herself around him protectively like a blanket, a warm wrap that would keep him safe from anything and everything that he needed to be protected from.
She instead sort of stretched out alongside him, hand on his chest, thumb brushing along his collarbone. "You okay?" she asked after a few moments.
Trent was thankful that at the very least both arms and both hands were still in one piece so as Anna touched his chest and then his collarbone he was able to lift a hand, closing his fingers around her wrist. “Gettin’ there.” And it wasn’t that he was deliberately avoiding the question, but more going around it, giving the easy answer.
Anna frowned, lifting her head to look at him, the sharp cut of his jaw and the fading bruises that were on his neck in the shape of Ashton’s hands. She drew in a sharp breath through her nose to control that negative emotion. “Don’t lie to me,” she grumbled, “Besides, you know what I’m asking.”
Trent dropped his head back against the pillow and he pushed a breath out of a suddenly tight chest. “Honestly? I don’t know.” And he didn’t. It still didn’t feel quite real. Only it was. His injuries were evidence of what had taken place. “Not quite sure how to deal with this.” And he didn’t, not that Trent was all that great with knowing what was or wasn’t appropriate.
He tugged at his ear then rested his temple against Anna’s hair.
“I mean, how do you deal with the fact that your friend attacked you?”
“I don’t know, baby,” Anna offered honestly, head resting in the right kind of position where she could press a soft kiss to the edges of the fading bruises. Her other hand lifted and cupped his cheek, thumb smoothing over the skin reassuringly. “Just- You know I know what happened. At least, his version. I saw him.”
She just snuggled closer, taking comfort from the fact that Trent was there with her, warm and breathing and with his hand against her wrist and head against her hair. And he was okay. Her Trent was okay.
“But I think he left a lot out.”
Trent swallowed hard and he allowed himself a moment of soaking up the comfort Anna was offering, trying to convince himself that it was okay and he wasn’t any less of who he was because he needed reassurance.
“What do you know?”
“I know that he hurt you,” she murmured, lips against the bruise before she nudged her nose against it. “He told me that he’d attacked you, but he didn’t- I don’t think he wanted to tell me too much. I-” She wet her lower lip, fingers gently pushing into Trent’s hair but staying away from the injury to his head. She wished she could heal people the same way she could heal plants. She thought the basic principle was the same.
She shook her head a little, careful as she was not to hurt him. “It’s okay to talk about it. I can’t be any madder with him than I already am and he doesn’t deserve your protection. It’s not like I can slap him again.”
“You slapped him?” Trent asked. His surprise was clear, especially as he knew how close Anna was to all of her friends and something like that was a pretty big deal. He closed his eyes at the touch to his hair and he pushed out a breath. “Not sure where to start.”
He gave a mirthless chuckle. “Learned one important lesson, never get between Ashon an’ his gold. You’ll regret it.” Trent swallowed a moment later. “Honestly? I dunno what happened. One minute everythin’ was fine an’ the next he’s got his hands around my neck. Ashton was gone, it was just the… dragon, y’know? Like he seriously thought I was gonna steal from him.”
Trent wet his lower lip and pushed away the lingering panic from recalling those precise moments that had led to his frantic scrambling attempt to put distance between himself and Ashton. “He looked crazed, Anna. Like seriously mad. Almost as though the thought of losin’ any piece of his gold was just too much to deal with and I was the one taking it away from him.”
The southerner shook his head. “I should’ve reacted quicker or somethin’ but by the time I thought about using my power he’d already thrown me. Everything gets kinda… fuzzy after all. All I remember is the pain, the way I couldn’t get my body to do what I wanted it to and the sheer fucking panic.” And he’d hated it, he’d been completely and utterly powerless.
“He could’ve killed me at anytime.”
But he hadn’t.
Something had snapped Ashton back to Ashton, but by that point Trent was too afraid and hadn’t let the dragon near him. “I kept him away from me, put a forcefield up an’ I just remember him beating against it, he was… panicked, but I just kept thinking that if I Iet it fall then maybe just maybe he’d finish me off.” Maybe it was irrational or whatever, but that was how he’d been feeling at the time.
“I was so fucking human in that moment, Anna.”
Anna shook her head, “You are human,” she pointed out softly, “And there’s nothing wrong with that. You know a hit like that probably would have killed me straight away, so you humans have something going for you.” She snuggled close to him, mindful of his injuries so as not to hurt him but wanting to comfort him as best she could.
“Putting up the forcefield was the best thing to do, I- maybe he- I hate to think that he might have finished the job off but if you hadn’t- if you hadn’t at that time we might not be here right now.”
She nudged his jaw with her nose before she propped herself up on one elbow, using the touch she had to his face to turn his head towards her. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, lingering there for just a second. “You can’t beat yourself up for not reacting faster. It’s not like you were expecting it. The point is, you did react, and that’s probably what saved your life.”
Trent was quiet for a moment before he just swallowed past a sudden uncomfortable surge of emotion that he could really do with ignoring, it felt… raw and just hurt. “I don’t really remember much after that,” he admitted with a rueful smirk. And he really didn’t, but hard to recall something if you were passed out and completely lost to oblivion.
“How’d I get back?”
Anna gently brushed her nose against his, just lingering in his space. “Rumour has it that a dragon bought you back to the school,” she murmured, “Ashton got you back to the school, so he’d obviously snapped out of what had happened before- but- I guess- what if it happens again? That’s my concern. I mean- it happened once which means it could happen again. And what’s to stop him?”
She wet her lower lip, “I’m just- Yeah,” she answered finally, “I slapped him.” She did feel a little bad about it.
The slapping was definitely unexpected. Especially given how close Anna and Ashton were. “Wow, that’s- Never would’ve figured you for the slapping type.” Slight pause then he frowned. “Wait, scratch that. I could see it.” And he could, Anna was strong willed, passionate and she didn’t pussyfoot around things. It was one of the many reasons why he got along with her so well.
He swallowed and his own reassuring reflex which was to twist the ring on his thumb was ineffective given that all his jewellery had been removed the moment he’d been brought into the infirmary and Trent instead met skin and his touch stilled there.
“I gotta talk to him, at some point.” They needed to get the air cleared one way or another, but Trent was nervous given what had happened the last time he’d been alone with Ashton. Granted this time he wouldn’t be stupid enough to reach for gold that had been dropped or be in his lair, but still, maybe a public area would be best? Trent wasn’t the kind of person to shy away from things, he’d rather just deal with them and move on because life wasn’t built for regrets.
He tipped his head to look at Anna. “Not that I intend on bein’ alone with him anytime soon.”
“I do think he’s sorry,” Anna said, “But I’m not sure he fully understands why he should be sorry aside from the fact that you were hurt. He didn’t- he didn’t seem to-” They didn’t talk much, Anna shouted at him and Ashton had looked confused and hurt and wounded and she’d heard the keening sounds he’d made as she was escaping the dungeons. It had hurt her to know she’d done something to contribute to his distress, but- she’d been so mad.
She kissed the corner of his lips again before she snuggled against his side once more, moving out of his scope of vision so he didn’t see the way her mouth twisted in distaste at the idea of them talking. “Somewhere public, I think,” she commented, “Don’t be alone with him- I- I don’t-” She wasn’t quite sure how to say what she was thinking. She didn’t trust Ashton with Trent, in any capacity. But it wasn’t her decision to make, it was Trent’s. She just- wanted Trent to make the decision that was safe. That kept him safe.
“You can’t get hurt again.”
Trent shifted a little until he was finally able to wrap an arm around Anna’s shoulders and he squeeze her arm gently, an indication that whilst he was hurting he was still there, present and accounted for, a knock to the head wasn’t changing that.
“I won’t get hurt again,” he said confidently. “This time I won’t take my chances, but I figure he’s not gonna go crazy dragon on me considering where we are an’ given how there’s no gold around to make him lose his mind.” Which was definitely what happened. “Besides, public area, less chance of me gettin’ hurt.”
He turned his head and pressed his lips to her temple, stilling there for a moment as he caught his breath. “I’ll be alright, Anna, promise.”
“I know,” Anna mumbled, just settling in his arms, her own wrapped around him as best they could be, her fingers stroking the curve of his jaw and pushing carefully up into his hair, the touch reassuring her as much as she hoped it was reassuring him. “Just- don’t forgive him so easily. Gold or not, what he did was wrong.”
Trent’s eyes closed a little under all the touches and he relaxed into the bed and against Anna, feeling more like himself than he had in a very long time. “Mmm,” he hummed under his breath. He exhaled a slow breath and felt like if he wasn’t careful he was going to be pathetic by falling asleep right here with Anna wrapped around him.
“It was wrong,” he affirmed a quiet moment later. “We’re all lucky I have one hell of a thick skull.”
Anna just kept up the reassuring movements, “Just remember that,” she whispered, eyes closed, curled up as she was comfortable, it was barely any effort for her to kick off her shoes before she was under the covers as well, warm and safe with the reassuring thumping of Trent’s heart and the rise and fall of his chest lulling her into a sense of security that she hadn’t felt for a long time.
“Get some sleep,” she mumbled, feeling it dragging at herself. “You want me to go? Or- uh- shrink?” she asked, realising belatedly that maybe she shouldn’t be full sized.
He snorted quietly. “Stay.”
Really it was hard to fight the pull of sleep, especially when he was warm and surrounded by somebody he cared about a great deal. Damn fairies and how they just got under all your defences.
“You’re perfect right where you are.”