Adventure Time Story #1 P. IV - The Sword in the Stump

Adventure Time Story #1 - The Sword in the Stump
Part IV - Rest
Staring: Finn and Huntress Wizard
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His wounds were bad, but not life threatening. A slash across the chest from the left shoulder to just under the right arm, bruises all across his face and torso and arms. Cuts across his cheeks that would scar in ways he might find cool. But right now, she just had to set him down. To the deepest part of the burrow she pulled him toward, setting him down as he slumped to one side; tired, sore, hurt. With her magic she conjured yet more arrows, and placed them facing outward in three rows toward the entrance of the burrow. If that thing came back looking for them, it'll face the sharpened tips of razor-sharp tips. With that secure, she crawled through the burrow and took up his backpack along the way.

He had dug the place out fairly well, there was just enough room that she could sit or crouch-walk. She set the backpack beside him and adjusted him to be more relaxed and at an angle, and began to dig through the backpack to find anything that would immediately help him. First, a light. A kerosene lamp with a fair amount of fuel was set down and started up, with Huntress using her magic to pull a small little opening through the burrow to allow smoke to ventilate through for whenever she makes a proper fire. As she did, bits of rain began to drip through, but it wasn't anything to worry about. She set a bowl from the backpack beneath to collect the rain, and turned now to Finn.

His shirt was in shambles, and was nearly falling apart with how the beast slashed him. She pulled this off along with his hat, and set about using ingredients from around the burrow and her satchel to make a salve. She rubbed this into his more grievous wounds, and he hitched his breath as the stinging finally hit that thick head of his. Finn arched his back and nearly let out a loud gasp, but Huntress Wizard laid a hand on his forehead. Shushing him gently and easing him back down. Slowly he would come back down, opening his eyes and finding a dark and fuzzy world around him, a familiar green shape with shadows around her and an orange hue across her features that made it hard to distinguish her. He lifted a hand, slowly, achingly, before it came against her cheek. He cupped it, squeezed it, and rubbed his thumb gently across it; she nuzzled into this gentle touch and kissed his palm.

"We should head back, Finn. This looks back." Her voice was low, but in the space of the burrow it bounced right into his ears.
"N-no way, you saw that, thing..." He retorted, closing his eyes and letting his hand fall from her cheek, resting it on her thigh instead. "We're so... Close to that stump. Just a little further, and then..."

"And then you and I can get killed by a monster that seems tortured just trying to exist in our reality." Deadpanned Huntress.
"Maybe, but we might make it out, too..." She rolled her eyes, he took in a deep breath; each one labored by just how hard the beast had walloped him across the chest earlier. Nothing broken, but nothing quite fine either. She pushed into his wound as she spread the salve across his chest, fingers slow and careful, trying to minimize the pain while making sure everything was where it ought to be. The wound wasn't too deep, except in the upper shoulder, but the salve should help to close it.

"You're crazy, Finn. You'll get yourself killed, yknow."
"I know, and you love it."
"Yeah, I do."

She leaned in, and pressed a soft, tender kiss against his lips.
"And I love you too."

With the salve in place, she began to pluck leaves from her hair - or were they the entirety of her hair? She pressed them into his shoulders, down from his left pectoral down to his right, then just under his right side until the wound was completely closed. Her hair overall didn't seem to have changed save for being just an inch or two shorter in the back and right side. Taking some roots from the base of the tree the burrow was beneath, she broke them and gathered them in the center and pounded a small depression into the soft earth. One of the many things she carried in her satchels were kindling supplies, and with a few drops of kerosene from the lamp and some more leaves, she was able to produce a fire. Nothing huge, but just enough to warm the burrow. She extended the hole a few more inches to vent the smoke, with water now dripping more into the bowl as she took her cloak off.

The cold, wet air from the storm outside blew into the burrow, feeding the fire but chilling Finn who, in his weakened and shirtless state, shivered. Even his golden locks could afford him little protection from this biting gale, and it was Huntress' decision that she lay down with him. As she turned the lamp off, seeing as there was no need, and affixed more arrows toward the entrance of the dug-out just in case. Now, she began to untie her tunic - opening it up as she laid against Finn's side, and pulled his head against her chest.

It wasn't a new feeling, not by the widest stretch. But this level of intimacy was strangely, not one they had really explored. It felt new, his heart was racing. But the pain... It sapped him of most of his strength, and he was able to only really pull his arms around her as she held him close. Once he was well into place, snuggled up against her, she pulled her cloak up to her shoulder - with Finn tucking his head under as chills swept up his spine.

As the warmth of the fire finally begins to fill the space, combating the cold brought in by the storm outside, as lighting cracks and thunder claps, Huntress Wizard and Finn hold each other in each other's arms. A mess of hair, torn clothes, an open tunic, and affection. She holds him close as the thunder roars overhead, and he squeezes in kind, until at last her heartbeat is what finally lulls him to sleep.