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Drabble #6 -- From this Whumptober prompt list

Hypothermia

Breakthrough | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt

Rated M for sexual content



"I don't see why we can't find a better crossing upstream," said Tseer, sullen, from behind Wyatt. Or, at least Wyatt thought he sounded sullen. It was still hard to tell, sometimes--although they'd been traveling together for several weeks--but looking back at his companion, Wyatt found him with his arms crossed, glaring at the expanse of black ice in front of them, so he thought it was a good bet.

Wyatt sighed and gestured at the frozen river, the ice glittering in the light of the full moon. "Even I know that could take days--if we even found one--and we don't exactly have that kind of time."

"The other side is at least five hundred yards away!" Tseer argued, clicking his beak in annoyance. "We don't know how thick the ice is, or how fast the water is moving beneath it. It looks like another blizzard might be moving in. If you would just let me fight the redcaps--"

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Drabble #5 -- From this Whumptober prompt list.

Exhaustion

Like the Stain of Breath Upon a Mirror | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt



Wyatt is sitting in a chair, elbows on knees and hands in his hair, when Tseer shuffles into the room. When he looks up, his eyes are red-rimmed and his features pinched, as if he is in pain. Well, Tseer thinks, I suppose he would be.

"I felt..." Wyatt gestures to his neck, unwilling to form the words. Tseer nods wearily. He tries to work past the lump in his throat because even though Corra healed him swallowing still hurts and aarakocra can't cry, dammit, but his face feels flushed under his feathers and his breathing is ragged and wet and his legs are shaking under his weight.

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Drabble #4 -- Unprompted

Something To Hold On To | The Room Where It Happened (Podcast) | Tseer/Wyatt



Tseer woke to the feeling of somebody watching him. He kept his eyes closed, and his body limp, getting his bearings. He was laying on his side in the makeshift bed he and Wyatt had created in one room of the Sands club. One arm was curled under his head, and the other was resting across Wyatt's waist. He had one leg hooked around Wyatt's hip. Wyatt was breathing steadily, but not deeply. The rest of the room was still and quiet. There weren't even the usual sounds of people coming and going out in the hallway, which meant it had to be very late.

"It's just me," said Wyatt softly. Tseer relaxed his shoulders and opened his eyes, starting a little when he found Wyatt's brown ones inches from his own. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

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Danielle. 30s. Ph.D. She/they.

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