#its compressed to hell 💔

[c13ar]

Die to heal the wound that bleeds.

[vendettacanons]

(💔) My muse help washes blood off your muse. -> Jacob and Lisa || @maximuses

⚔️ Moonlight Aesthetic Prompts // CLOSED ⚔️

That was close. Way too close.

Finding Jacob like that had instilled a new level of distress Lisa wasn’t even aware she was capable of. She would’ve been impressed if she hadn’t felt so helpless. She’d screamed so loud it scared the birds from their trees, scared the wolves from the hills, and caught the attention of some Judges who immediately alerted their accompanying Chosen to find the source. A stroke of blind luck it was. Had they been maybe a couple of meters further away, they never would’ve heard her, never would’ve gotten Jacob back in time. Lisa sat in the back of that pickup truck for six agonizing minutes trying to resuscitate Jacob while the roaring vehicle beneath them ripped the grass from the dirt pushing 160 across the region towards the Veteran’s Center, all the while trembling so violently from the stress on its mechanics she feared it might shake itself apart beneath her.

Her arms burned, her lungs ached, and she felt like fainting, but she kept going. Kept giving compressions. Kept giving breaths until she was certain she felt Jacob’s pulse beneath her fingers, fluttering as faintly as an injured butterfly but still there. She did everything she could to keep that little flutter going. She talked, laughed, cried, screamed, threatened, praised. Anything and everything that might keep him alive. It bought him time. Precious valuable time for him to be transferred into a proper bed, given the necessary IVs and patch jobs, and stabilized enough to say with confidence that he’d make it through the night. And Lisa sat with him through it all.

When the morning light shone in, Lisa awoke to a gentle hand rubbing over her scalp. Calloused fingers brushed softly through golden blonde strands, a quiet voice whispering her name amongst a series of psssts, honeys, sunshines, and darlin’s. She raised her head after a short while, rubbing at her sleepy eyes and peering up through sunshine-colored lashes to see the weak grin playing on Jacob’s face. The sight was enough to bring her to tears. He held his arms open, welcoming the way she leaned up and gently rested her own against his shoulders, placing a chaste kissed to his chapped lips and resting her forehead against his. She mumbled how worried she was that she would lose him, how scared she’d been when she found him half-dead against the rocks on the mountain (hill?) like that. And he tenderly reassured her that he would be fine because he was strong. Because he had her. And for a moment his tone wavered, his brow twitched, his voice cracked— because in that moment he realized how close he’d been to never seeing her again.

He remembered how his last thoughts had been of her.

She realized that, aside from the medically necessary stuff, the cult had done little to clean Jacob up. His face was still smeared with dirt and coagulated blood, and his hair was matted with grit and dried sweat. His dark circles were as prominent as ever and his clothes would need a power wash just to get the surface layer of grime out of the fabric— a necessity, considering she knew Jacob would never get rid of his prized army jacket. She couldn’t do much about his clothes while he was still complaining of soreness and stuff muscles, and though that made Lisa’s cheeks puff out in a small bout of frustration, she figured then at least she could clean his face off and do his hair. And that’s exactly what she set out to do.

“Hold still now.” Lisa murmured, dabbing at a dry patch of blood on his cheek until it grew moist enough to wipe off. Jacob hummed as the rag drew lower down his face, warm water and pleasantly coarse fabric caressing through his beard.

“The hell is in that water? It smells good.” He mused, half tempted to lick his lips and see if it tasted half as nice.

“It’s green tea with lavender extract and thyme mixed in. It’s great for cleaning and it’ll make your skin nice and soft. Maybe even help you sleep.”

“I got you for that, don’t I?” He chuckled when Lisa’s cheeks grew rosy and she mumbled at him softly to hush up. It made his chest ache and burn something fierce, but the warmth of her hand against his now clean cheek made all the pain fade away like it was nothing.

It took Lisa a bit to finish up with his face before moving onto his hair. She wet a brush over and over again, running it through short red locks until the oil and dirt was out before towel drying it and smoothing it back into place. “Just one more thing she commented.”

She had Jacob’s curiosity until she pulled out a familiar looking tube of green goo and he groaned. “Oh come on, not that again—“

“Come on, it’s good for exfoliating your skin! It’ll make it nice and soft and it’ll smell good.”

“You’re not putting that on my face again.”