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seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[viced]

[ He managed to suck in as much as he could, but it wasn't enough. It never would be, because his heart was pounding too hard, and his lips were moving in a way that he wasn't used to moving. He was operating on all cylinders, too many, actually.

His head was reeling. He wanted to gasp, but he couldn't, and he gripped at Rick's hand, the other holding onto his shoulder, trying to figure out how this was supposed to be taking his breath away, because he was already in over his head, but he held on, and hoped for the best, even if he couldn't really do much of anything.

Hell, he felt like he was the one who wasn't going to have any breath. ]

[waiting]

[ He held the kiss, but the rush of bubbles against Mitch's face accompanied the controlled, deliberate release of his breath. Emptying his lungs. He could remember drowning, and every instinct he had screamed against it, but he forced the motion anyway. He could manage that much control over himself, if nothing else.

For a long moment, it's nothing but his lips pressed against Mitch's, his eyes open underwater. His lungs scream for him to take a breath, and he does water choking him -- and something in him shifts gears, responds to the threat to his life, and his friend's.

It's enough. Adrenalin rushes through him, and his arm wraps around Mitch with bruising strength as he wrenches him close and kicks the wall, metal hull splitting like the skin of an overripe fruit. He drags them free of the wreck, still running on the high of his powers right up until his head breaks the surface and he coughs and chokes on the seawater he's inhaled, body humming from overexertion. He barely has the presence of mind to hang on to Mitch and make sure he's afloat, but the motions weren't enough to dislodge his grip on his shoulder. Shockingly enough. ]

[viced]

[ He's more or less in a haze, because even if he's holding his breath, even if he's got the advantage, Mitchell doesn't have the stamina or ability to hold off from breathing like Rick does. He's already fading when he kicks through, but instinctively, he's pulling away, getting a mouthful of salt water in the process.

Which forces him to swallow a belly-full of the water, but he still doesn't try to breath, knowing that would spell death. Or at least CPR, which was close enough to what they were already doing.

He tried to groan in protest, but didn't get far enough, still under water, his legs starting to kick weakly until they hit the surface, and then he does make a sound of surprise, perhaps frustration, more than anything, he made a sound of alarm. ]

Fuck--!

[waiting]

[ If Mitch could swear, Mitch was probably alive, and Bradbury hung on to that thought while he coughed and choked on saltwater, feeling the sting of it in his throat and his sinuses.

He turned around just in time to see the shitty boat they were on sink miserably into the water. He can see a couple of life vests and flotation devices bobbing in the water, and that's probably a better bet than relying on his ability to keep treading water, but he needed a moment to just... he needed a moment. ]

Jesus. [ His voice was a hoarse rasp, and he was too tired to care what it looked like when he dropped his face to rest against the side of Mitch's head. He was still having difficulty breathing, and his pulse hadn't slowed down, but they were alive.

And maybe it was the sheer, uncomplicated relief of that which had him leaning in to kiss Mitch again on impulse, his mouth certain even if his once-steady hands suddenly started shaking. ]

[viced]

[ Trying to back away was impossible with the way Rick was clutching to his shoulder, with the way he was leaning in, and then he was moving forward again, and Mitchell was trying (weakly) to back up and away.

Even if it would hurt to sit there and keep himself off, he was trying, but it was too late, and the damage was done. He couldn't get away fast enough, and Rick was bigger and too close for him to back up, so he caught Rick's lips.

They were already inundated with salt, but he could still taste the salt water on his lips, the heat from his mouth in the middle of the chill body of water, he wanted desperately to back off.

But even if he could have tried, he couldn't. ]

[waiting]

[ It's a long, long moment before Bradbury's brain actually caught up to what he was doing and he pulled away with a quiet gasp, though his face was still too close for comfort. ]

Sorry, I -- [ Didn't mean to do that sounded pretty shallow, given that right up to the point he'd broken away his mouth seemed to know what it was doing well enough. There was confusion in his face and his voice, like he'd come close to figuring something out but didn't quite go the whole way, before he shook it off, gaze dropping. ]

Come on. [ He tugged Mitch through the water, legs scissoring while he kicked them over to the floating debris, letting Mitch hang off a flotation device while Bradbury grabbed what he needed. ]

Put this on. [ A lifejacket. ]

[viced]

[ Mitch didn't even stop to look at him now, keeping his eyes focused forward, forever forward, hard and sharp. He didn't confront it for a long time.

Instead, he put on the jacket, slipping his hands through the jacket to get it on, still having to weakly tread water while he floated in the middle, looking around for land, and seeing none.

Now that they were out of the locked cage of the boat, he could note the sounds in the distance. He winced, but didn't call any yet. He wasn't chancing that yet. He wasn't going to call anyone over with Bradbury still...fucking whatever he was, himself. ]

Thanks.

[ He didn't talk about the kiss. Shit, he didn't even mention it, even if the way his eyes kept looking straight at the ground, the way he didn't look at him once spoke volumes. ]

[waiting]

[ A lifejacket was more a hindrance than a help, but honestly? Bradbury didn't trust the strength of his own limbs to hold out. They hadn't, last time. So he struggled into one, ill-fitting though it was. He din chance looking at Mitch for a long time, but when he finally did-- he frowned at what he saw.

Confrontation wasn't in Bradbury's nature, which he knew suited Mitch just fine. But this -- he didn't know if he could let it lie. But it would have to wait. ]

What's the plan?