TheCorsair
Pēdicãbo ego võs et irrumäbo
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
Hand in hand with his wife, John made his way through the darkness towards the flames. For the moment the tension between them was gone, replaced by the need to hunt down Josephine Sumner and to not get killed by the Horseman as they did. For the moment. They would, he suspected, need to come back to that tension later. Jenny's comments had cut too close to home, after all, and he suspected from her reaction that his barbs had done the same. She was the love of his life and his afterlife, his own black pearl, and he didn't want anything coming between them. But that would be for a later time.
"Huh," he said as he examined the source of the flames. "Not much here. Certainly nothing I'd call supernatural. Just..." He examined the guttering patches of flame. "Fire. Smells like... whale oil. And, look here." He picked up a piece of metal. "Part of a lamp. Maybe your... maybe Adam was trying to throw his pursuers off?"
He let the broken lamp fall to the ground and looked around. "He seemed a bright lad, for all that he came out here looking for the Horseman. And I understand from Katrina that there's an old farmhouse out here. He'd probably make for that, figuring he could hole up there and use it for shelter. And it's possible he found Katrina as well. Why don't we go check there, see if I'm right and they're all right?"
“I... I think we’re safe,” he added, offering her a hand so she could sit on the plank floor. “How... how’s your ankle?”
Katrina made a pained sound as she gingerly lowered herself to the floor. "I don't know," she said, bending and touching her ankle. Adam averted his eyes a little, since the motion have him far more of a view of her bosom than she'd probably intended, given that her blouse was ripped. "I think it might be broken."
At that, though, he knelt down beside her. "Let me check." Carefully he slipped off her shoe - not a bad choice, but clearly the sort of shoe a rich girl would select as appropriate for hiking around the forest - and slowly and gently began squeezing along her calf and ankle.
"What on earth are you doing out here??" she hissed, probably out of a mixture of curiosity and trying to distract herself.
"Probably similar reasons to why you and Master Crane were out here," Adam replied absently, trying to concentrate on feeling the bone and not on feeling the shape of her leg. Damn, but she felt nice. "Looking for the Horseman, after he interrupted the social last night." She whimpered as he squeezed her ankle, then gasped in pain and slapped him across the face as he rotated her foot. "Ow! Hey!" he snapped, glaring back at her in the darkness. "I'm trying to see if it's really broken! Did it just hurt, or did something grind together when I did that?"
"Huh," he said as he examined the source of the flames. "Not much here. Certainly nothing I'd call supernatural. Just..." He examined the guttering patches of flame. "Fire. Smells like... whale oil. And, look here." He picked up a piece of metal. "Part of a lamp. Maybe your... maybe Adam was trying to throw his pursuers off?"
He let the broken lamp fall to the ground and looked around. "He seemed a bright lad, for all that he came out here looking for the Horseman. And I understand from Katrina that there's an old farmhouse out here. He'd probably make for that, figuring he could hole up there and use it for shelter. And it's possible he found Katrina as well. Why don't we go check there, see if I'm right and they're all right?"
“I... I think we’re safe,” he added, offering her a hand so she could sit on the plank floor. “How... how’s your ankle?”
Katrina made a pained sound as she gingerly lowered herself to the floor. "I don't know," she said, bending and touching her ankle. Adam averted his eyes a little, since the motion have him far more of a view of her bosom than she'd probably intended, given that her blouse was ripped. "I think it might be broken."
At that, though, he knelt down beside her. "Let me check." Carefully he slipped off her shoe - not a bad choice, but clearly the sort of shoe a rich girl would select as appropriate for hiking around the forest - and slowly and gently began squeezing along her calf and ankle.
"What on earth are you doing out here??" she hissed, probably out of a mixture of curiosity and trying to distract herself.
"Probably similar reasons to why you and Master Crane were out here," Adam replied absently, trying to concentrate on feeling the bone and not on feeling the shape of her leg. Damn, but she felt nice. "Looking for the Horseman, after he interrupted the social last night." She whimpered as he squeezed her ankle, then gasped in pain and slapped him across the face as he rotated her foot. "Ow! Hey!" he snapped, glaring back at her in the darkness. "I'm trying to see if it's really broken! Did it just hurt, or did something grind together when I did that?"