Meme for Baron

[Abra]

A Moment Of Weakness
Baron Tseng

[Baron Tseng]

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Betrayal. Even in Baron's state of disorientation as he regained consciousness, he knew that much. A business meeting had turned into an ingestion of something that left him impaired. . . which had led to well, this. Lying in an alley near the headquarters of his operations, at this hour of the night. Whatever hour that was, he hadn't the faintest idea at the moment. He only knew that his body ached. He could taste blood in his mouth and various parts of him were throbbing. His eye, he presumed, was swollen for her could only see a little out of it. His lip was probably busted open, bruises upon his jaw, and perhaps a broken rib or two. That was all he could immediately tell of his condition. Quickly assessing the damage was the first step. The next, was attempting to get up. Flashes of what had happened raced through his mind.

Flying fists and feet. A man's blurred face. The sound of bitter enjoyment over the sight. It was one thing for an enemy to strike him down. Another for that enemy to be someone Baron knew well enough to place him in such a compromising position. And he was well aware that it would not go unanswered. Not even by just him, but by his clan and the others. Groaning he turned so that he was off his back, and attempted to push himself up with his hands. The gesture in itself was taxing, and Baron had to pause before attempting anything else. At least he was now on all fours, head hanging between his shoulders. He spit on the ground, a mouthful of blood landing in front of him. It was the approaching footsteps that had him raising his head a little to look at who it was. Abra.

A silent curse made its way through Baron's mind. He was supposed to meet her for dinner tonight. And well, the last thing he wanted was for her to see him like this. He raised a hand out as if to stop her though she was still several feet away. "Don't," he managed to get out. Someone even talking hurt. Even breathing hurt. With one hand still bracing him up, the other hand moved to his chest, placing his palm over it as if that would help ease the throbbing within his chest. Which, it did not. "Stay there," he added on, even more determined now to stand up on his own two feet. He cared about her too much to want to worry her.

Tag: Abra

[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

After waiting thirty minutes she'd sent a message to his phone asking where he was. And then an hour passed and she'd started to worry; it was unlike him not to call if he was going to be late. Finally, after waiting in that restaurant for over an hour and a half she'd left to find him. But Baron wasn't at work, wasn't answering his cell phone, and none of his associates could tell her where he was.

It was a fluke that she'd heard him. She'd been walking down the street, away from his work, trying his cell for the seventh time, when she'd heard him groan. There was no mistake about it; his voice was etched onto her memory. "Baron!" She was running to him, ignoring his command to stay where she was, ignoring his hand outstretched to keep her at a distance. As if that would stop her.

Abra fell to her knees at his side, the rough concrete scrapping at her skin but the sting was drowned out but the panic and relief seeing him gave her. He was alive, that was something. But he was hurt. Badly. "Look at me, baby, please, just look at me." She placed a hand on his shoulder, gentle as not to cause him any more pain, the other helping to support him.

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[Baron Tseng]

Baron wasn't sure what had him think that she would stay back. If the situation were reversed . . . well, he didn't even want to think about that. He took a slow breath, eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before averting his gaze downward. "I'm ok," he said with a slight nod, trying to catch his breath long enough to stand on his feet, the support of her other hand on him both an emotional as well as physical comfort. "I'm fine," he reassured once more, meeting her gaze this time while saying it, unsure what state his face was in. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to his feet, the gesture causing him to stagger a little to the side as he bit back any facial sign of pain.

Instead, he closed his eyes in attempt to brace himself and keep his expression unaffected by the throbbing that went through his entire body. "I might have to take a raincheck on dinner," he told her in attempt to lighten the mood, though his tone lacked the usual joviality they held. Laughing wasn't going to do his ribs any good though so he supposed it was for the best. Spitting another mouthful of blood to the ground, he hung his head for a moment, trying to gather the strength to walk. "Let's go," he said quietly, taking the first step, jaw clenching, before he worked on the next.

Tag: Abra

[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

"Like hell you're fine." The words escaped her before she could stop them. Just looking at his face was enough to tell her that. He was bloody and bruised, his lip split, his eye almost swollen shut, his clothes a mess but Baron was stubborn, determined to stand on his own, determined to keep calm and in control.

Knowing that didn't keep her hands from him as he stood, or when he staggered. Abra did not, at all, like seeing him like this. It was upsetting in ways words couldn't describe, made her blood boil with anger and her heart hurt with concern for him. But it was a risk of their lifestyles, bound to happen sooner or later.

"Forget about dinner, we have to get you taken care off." Her arm wrapped around his torso so that she could help him. Standing, let alone walking, had to be a struggle. "We need to get you to the doctor."

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[Baron Tseng]

He had to be fine. He couldn't afford to, not be fine. But Abra knew him better than most. Which was why he knew he could trust her emphatically. "No," he immediately protested upon the suggestion of going to a doctor. He paused whatever attempts he was making at walking -- relieved for the break in movement as well. He turned to look at Abra making eye contact so that she would know the sureness of his words. "Abra, no one can know about this right now," he further explained. There would be choas among the clans. Especially back home. Besides, the last thing he needed was his mother and sister there to find out.

Though the political repercussions were foremost on his mind, knowing what could happen if word got out before he could mediate the situation. In his attempt to reduce violence among the groups, this wouldn't exactly help. But also knew he had to give her some reassurance. "I have a doctor I can call if it's necessary," he told her. A trust friend that was his medical contact when here. "But right now, take me to your place." Because going home would expose the events of the night too soon. "Please," he asked. The plea more than just for taking him there, but also to understand the delicacy of the situation.

Tag: Abra

[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

Abra stared up at him when he stopped them, her eyes slightly widened because of the seriousness in his stare. She knew the crucial nature of the situation but she also knew the urgency of getting him to a doctor. He could have punctuated a lung, have been bleeding internally, a concussion.  But... the look in his eyes, the plea in his voice, she couldn't deny him. "Alright, alright, no doctors." She relented, sighing softly, thinking that it was a horrible decision.

Her apartment wasn't far away from where the alley, maybe a couple blocks away, and bringing him there had been part of the plan. They were just skipping the part where he saw a doctor. Abra kept him close to her side so she could support some of weight as they walked, and she kept their pace slow so he wouldn't over do it.

He might have been behaving as though nothing was wrong, like he was indifferent to the pain, it was easy to see that he was hurting. Abra wasn't about to let him hurt more. "It's not far, just take it slow." She said softly, forcing a reassuring smile to her expression. "You know, when I said I wanted you at my place tonight, this wasn't what I had in mind..."

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[Baron Tseng]

Baron felt a wave of relief when she agreed to his request of no doctors. She understood. Not that he doubted she would. But still. It was one less argument they would need to have. Baron walked with her, appreciative of the physical support she granted his injured body. It certainly helped, though he was mindful of how much weight he was leaning onto her. Taking it slow was an excellent suggestion, as he focused on each step forward. A slow nod of his head in acknowledgement of her words. When she teased him about being at her place he slightly smiled in return. noticing the smile upon her own lips, grateful for the light hearted remark.

"Are you sure?" He teased in return. "It's definitely one way to get me into bed." He couldn't resist the playful comment, never forgetting the early stages of their relationship. The second time they met, and the times after where she teased him relentlessly. As they grew closer, so did his comfort level of course. And it allowed him to make teasing remarks such as these ones. "I'm sorry, Abra," he said, switching to a more sincere comment in contrast to the playful ones. "I know this isn't how you envisioned the evening to go." He knew his work wasn't exactly the safest. He knew the dangers it posed. But all he could think of . . . was better him than her.

Tag: Abra

[Abra]

So gather ye demons, it seems it's your day

I sin but I've paid more than ten thousand graves

“Don't be ridiculous.” Her words had come out softly and sternly as blue eyes peered up at him. Abra held onto him slightly tighter while being mindful of his injuries and being careful to not cause him more pain. She hated that he felt the need to apologies. “You don't need to.” None of this had been his fault even if this wasn't how she'd imagined the evening would go. Abra had envisioned a lovely candle-lit dinner followed by desert and the possibility of love-making and canoodling.

Finding her boyfriend beaten half to death in an alleyway had been the furthest thought from her mind but she was grateful for having found him before it got worse. “I'm not angry that you missed dinner-” and it was true, she wasn't. “-I'm just glad that you are alright.” It was a poor choice of words given the state of him. But he was alive. And that was more than could be said for the people that had done this to him. Abra would be relentless in hunting them down.

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