Post by LENNOX RAFFERTY SELWYN on Jan 27, 2013 13:15:45 GMT -5
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you've gotta help me out. it's all a blur last night. we need a taxi 'cause you're hung over and i'm broke. i lost my fake id. you lost the motel key. spare me your freaking dirty looks now don't blame me.
he was drowning. he couldn't breathe, and water and fabric were filling his mouth and nose, strangling him as he struggled for the surface. his wrists were tied behind his back with twine that cut into his flesh and sawed at his wrists as he struggled to pull them apart. finally, he wriggled free, forcing himself to stay under control although he was blind and drowning. being calm was the most important thing right now, or he would drown. connor didn't want him to drown, he reminded himself. he wouldn't tie him up in such a way that he would actually die, but he also wouldn't make it easy for him to survive the ordeal. this was meant to be a lesson, and he would learn it the hard way.
blood filled the water as he struggled, his own blood seeping out quickly and intermingling with the saltwater of the harbor as he struggled to get free of the twine confining his hands. he could taste his own blood in his mouth, and it sickened him. the iron taste on his tongue mingled with the blindness in his head and nauseated him, but the last thing he wanted to do was puke. that would surely drown him completely, and that thought forced him to lower his heart rate and calm himself.
step one: he had to free his hands.
relaxing his muscles, he allowed the water to carry him naturally upward as he twisted his hands to free them. the twine sliced into the thin skin around his wrists, but as he felt his right wrist pop out of joint, his hand slid out of the knot and freed him. leaving the leftover rope on his left wrist, he reached around his neck and loosened the ties around his head. kicking his feet carried him quicker up to the surface, and just as he thought his lungs might burst, he tore the sac off of his face and sucked in a breath of air as he exploded out of the water.
dazed from being blinded by the water and the burlap sac, he tossed his wet hair out of his face and panted breathlessly, glancing around to see the casino boat had moved on without him, depositing him in a deserted part of the harbor. thankfully, he wasn't far from the bank, and the moonlight and light pollution served to illuminate a dock where he could climb onto land and rest. he was already exhausted from the death-defying struggle to prevent drowning, so he swam steadily toward the shore to conserve his energy.
dragging himself up on a pile of rocks, he laid against them like a bedraggled rat, his shoulders rising and falling with each struggled breath he took. his suit was drenched to the bone, and his hair had lost its slicked back look as it was plastered to his face and neck from the saltwater that had washed out every ounce of gel. loosening his tie, he yanked it out of its knot and left it hanging dejectedly around his neck. for once, he didn't give a damn what he looked like; he was just thankful to be alive.
connor could have killed him for what he'd done, but he hadn't. he'd chosen to give him a chance: in his twisted connor style. a chance meant the opportunity to save himself from drowning as opposed to the alternative: a bullet through the head. connor knew the limits he could push a human body to until it broke, and he's purposely tied his brother's hands in such a way that he could get free, but only if he worked for it. connor couldn't, and wouldn't, kill lennox. the selwyns believed in blood above all, so even if connor hated him, he would never kill his brother.
but that didn't keep him from teaching lennox a lesson. you don't screw the enemy during your brother's engagement party. the message was clear.
twisting his hips, he sat on one of the rocks, wincing at the pain in his ribs. pulling his tie from around his neck, he pulled up his dress shirt and inspected the stab wound. it hurt like a bitch, but thankfully, the saltwater had cleaned it and naturally begun sealing it. but it was too deep for saltwater alone to heal. releasing his shirt so it plopped back against his skin with a watery slap, he tied his tie around his abdomen, bunching his shirt up against the wound and cinching the tie tightly around it to stem the bleeding. he had to get to a doctor soon so he didn't bleed to death.
pushing himself to his feet, slipping several times thanks to his exhaustion and his shoes, he finally managed to climb to the pier where he took a moment to catch his breath. he looked like a drowned rat, and anyone who saw him would surely think he was either homeless or insane, but he didn't care. he was too exhausted from his near-death experience to find the will to give a crap. his head was starting to swim, and he was getting dizzy, but he had to find the will to push through it. he couldn't pass out or no one would find him. he had to prove he was stronger than this. he was a selwyn, and selwyns weren't weak. connor had always considered him weak because he chose acting over being a soldier, and he would prove his brother wrong.
stumbling toward the road, he lost track of where he was going as his vision blurred. he knew he was moving, but the world felt as if it was off kilter, and suddenly he was falling. feeling his own warm blood wetting his clothes, he struggled to care through the hazy indifference of a man bleeding to death on the street.
[/style]blood filled the water as he struggled, his own blood seeping out quickly and intermingling with the saltwater of the harbor as he struggled to get free of the twine confining his hands. he could taste his own blood in his mouth, and it sickened him. the iron taste on his tongue mingled with the blindness in his head and nauseated him, but the last thing he wanted to do was puke. that would surely drown him completely, and that thought forced him to lower his heart rate and calm himself.
step one: he had to free his hands.
relaxing his muscles, he allowed the water to carry him naturally upward as he twisted his hands to free them. the twine sliced into the thin skin around his wrists, but as he felt his right wrist pop out of joint, his hand slid out of the knot and freed him. leaving the leftover rope on his left wrist, he reached around his neck and loosened the ties around his head. kicking his feet carried him quicker up to the surface, and just as he thought his lungs might burst, he tore the sac off of his face and sucked in a breath of air as he exploded out of the water.
dazed from being blinded by the water and the burlap sac, he tossed his wet hair out of his face and panted breathlessly, glancing around to see the casino boat had moved on without him, depositing him in a deserted part of the harbor. thankfully, he wasn't far from the bank, and the moonlight and light pollution served to illuminate a dock where he could climb onto land and rest. he was already exhausted from the death-defying struggle to prevent drowning, so he swam steadily toward the shore to conserve his energy.
dragging himself up on a pile of rocks, he laid against them like a bedraggled rat, his shoulders rising and falling with each struggled breath he took. his suit was drenched to the bone, and his hair had lost its slicked back look as it was plastered to his face and neck from the saltwater that had washed out every ounce of gel. loosening his tie, he yanked it out of its knot and left it hanging dejectedly around his neck. for once, he didn't give a damn what he looked like; he was just thankful to be alive.
connor could have killed him for what he'd done, but he hadn't. he'd chosen to give him a chance: in his twisted connor style. a chance meant the opportunity to save himself from drowning as opposed to the alternative: a bullet through the head. connor knew the limits he could push a human body to until it broke, and he's purposely tied his brother's hands in such a way that he could get free, but only if he worked for it. connor couldn't, and wouldn't, kill lennox. the selwyns believed in blood above all, so even if connor hated him, he would never kill his brother.
but that didn't keep him from teaching lennox a lesson. you don't screw the enemy during your brother's engagement party. the message was clear.
twisting his hips, he sat on one of the rocks, wincing at the pain in his ribs. pulling his tie from around his neck, he pulled up his dress shirt and inspected the stab wound. it hurt like a bitch, but thankfully, the saltwater had cleaned it and naturally begun sealing it. but it was too deep for saltwater alone to heal. releasing his shirt so it plopped back against his skin with a watery slap, he tied his tie around his abdomen, bunching his shirt up against the wound and cinching the tie tightly around it to stem the bleeding. he had to get to a doctor soon so he didn't bleed to death.
pushing himself to his feet, slipping several times thanks to his exhaustion and his shoes, he finally managed to climb to the pier where he took a moment to catch his breath. he looked like a drowned rat, and anyone who saw him would surely think he was either homeless or insane, but he didn't care. he was too exhausted from his near-death experience to find the will to give a crap. his head was starting to swim, and he was getting dizzy, but he had to find the will to push through it. he couldn't pass out or no one would find him. he had to prove he was stronger than this. he was a selwyn, and selwyns weren't weak. connor had always considered him weak because he chose acting over being a soldier, and he would prove his brother wrong.
stumbling toward the road, he lost track of where he was going as his vision blurred. he knew he was moving, but the world felt as if it was off kilter, and suddenly he was falling. feeling his own warm blood wetting his clothes, he struggled to care through the hazy indifference of a man bleeding to death on the street.
TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SHADOWPLAY & SHINE
