hurt/comfort · unstable smp · lomedy · flamefrags · minecraft · fluff · angst · injured · volatile relationship · mpreg
The air in the prison cell is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sour sting of fear. Flame crashes through the wreckage of the bars, his broad frame silhouetted by the fiery glow from the corridor, his axe glistening wetly. Lomedy is a tight ball in the shadowed corner, knees drawn to his chest, hands pressed hard over his ears as if to block out the screams and crumbling stone beyond. Flame’s legs give way; he kneels on the filthy floor, his voice trembling with a desperation that borders on breaking. He begs his former teammate, his words a frantic whisper, to flee with him before the Law faction collapses entirely. Lomedy hesitates, a war of old anger and sudden pity playing out across his face in the flickering light. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he uncurls an…