The worst part about these headaches was the way they came in waves.
"Loch?"
When Addy found him, part of a wave was breaking over him, and it wasn't until it seemed to be drawn back out for a moment that Lochlann blinked slowly, registering that she was there only after she'd said his name twice.
"Lochlann!" she called him again. "Get up, into the shed, come o!"
She was soaked, shivering, and trying to get him up. He was less wet than she was, but the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Baby, why are you all wet?"
....and how can I make you wetter?
A small warning siren was going off in his brain. The last time he'd ended up in a shack with a cute girl in the rainstorm, it'd gone horribly, he'd lost his amulet, and then the girl would later shoot him. If that part of his brain was working, he'd remember that Addy could do much, much worse than shoot him in the leg if she had a a gun in her hands.
That part of his brain was not working.
"Oh, Addy, we need to get you out of those clothes," he said, eyeing her with a mixture of concern and...hunger. "You'll catch your death out here.."
He pulled himself to his feet, his movements suddenly graceful, like a hunting cat's, and he slid the shed door open, beckoning for her to go inside.
He'd follow and then closed the door.
A wave of pain came crashing into him a moment later and Lochlann was back on the ground, this time inside the building, but the damage was already done as far as he was concerned.
Get it together, Loch.
"Addy I am so sorry," he said, burring his face in his hands.
"Loch?"
When Addy found him, part of a wave was breaking over him, and it wasn't until it seemed to be drawn back out for a moment that Lochlann blinked slowly, registering that she was there only after she'd said his name twice.
"Lochlann!" she called him again. "Get up, into the shed, come o!"
She was soaked, shivering, and trying to get him up. He was less wet than she was, but the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Baby, why are you all wet?"
....and how can I make you wetter?
A small warning siren was going off in his brain. The last time he'd ended up in a shack with a cute girl in the rainstorm, it'd gone horribly, he'd lost his amulet, and then the girl would later shoot him. If that part of his brain was working, he'd remember that Addy could do much, much worse than shoot him in the leg if she had a a gun in her hands.
That part of his brain was not working.
"Oh, Addy, we need to get you out of those clothes," he said, eyeing her with a mixture of concern and...hunger. "You'll catch your death out here.."
He pulled himself to his feet, his movements suddenly graceful, like a hunting cat's, and he slid the shed door open, beckoning for her to go inside.
He'd follow and then closed the door.
A wave of pain came crashing into him a moment later and Lochlann was back on the ground, this time inside the building, but the damage was already done as far as he was concerned.
Get it together, Loch.
"Addy I am so sorry," he said, burring his face in his hands.
