Thread: Fallen Out of Grace (Yuna & Rauk's 1x1)

Lucius Benson Lucius took another swig of whiskey from his quickly emptying flask, as he was quietly stepping through the forest toward his favorite reading spot. Packing along a side pouch containing some of his favorite poetry books, and a notepad with some amateur scribblings of his own, he closed his eyes as he felt the breeze on his skin and warm sun beating down on his back. Making his living as a handy man of sorts, he never had a lot of money, and wasn't particularly talented. In fact, some would call him good for nothing. His love of simple things, such as fishing and poetry were not passions of respectable and high class people. Lucius listened to the chirping of the birds, and the wind through the swaying trees as he chose one of his poetry books from the pack and began to read. Scratching the back of his neck as he flipped through the pages, he noticed that the sun was particularly bright today. In fact, so bright that it was painful to the eyes. As the sudden increase of the sun's output peaked and faded back to normal, he thought maybe it was just the movement of the clouds, and went back to reading. The bluejeans and tucked in simple white T shirt he wore were held in place by a simple brown latched belt. The short black hair, barely an inch long was complimented by the stubble on his face. Lucius did not feel that he needed to shave often, so he had a scraggly look to himself most times. His green eyes caught notice of some rustling in the tall grass just out of sight. Wondering what kind of animal could be making a ruckus like that, he sprang up, and pulled out his camera phone to sneak up and snap a photograph or two. Just when he was drawing near, he heard the vulnerable sounding petrifying screams of a young girl coming from the direction where the disturbed weeds were. What was a young lady doing this far out in the woods? It had taken him thirty minutes to reach this area on a small dirt road, and he did not recall seeing any other cars where he had parked. Was the alcohol playing tricks on him? Needing to know for himself, he pocketed his phone and jogged toward the area where all the commotion was going on to see something he definitely did not expect a beautiful young black haired girl wearing a ripped and tattered black dress on her hands and knees, with mysterious wounds on her back. There was blood everywhere. Heavily breathing from the short sprint, he dashed to her side. Miss! What are you doing here? I'm going to get you out of here, don't worry! He told her in a panic, as he noticed the bloody wounds on her back where a large portion of the dress was gone. Jesus! What happened to you!? was all he could think to say, as he undid his belt, and lifted his shirt above his head, ripping it in sections, in an attempt to make a bandage to wrap her up in. Twisting a piece of his shirt tightly, Lucius placed it between the girl's teeth and made a 'bite down' gesture as he twisted the cap off of his flask. Pouring the extraordinarily strong alcoholic beverage down her back hoping it would wash the wound or sterilize it somewhat, he shuddered as the tears ran down the poor girl's face in agony. He didn't know if that would help, but he saw it in a movie once. This was his logic in the decision. After wrapping his quick-fix shirt-bandage around her, he held both of her shoulders as he looked into her eyes to make sure she has remained conscious. Are you still with me? C'mon, I'm going to get you help. Give me your arm... he said, as he grabbed her wrist and pulled it around his neck. With the left arm supporting underneath her knees, and his right arm holding under her back, he lifted her and began making his way as quickly as possible toward his truck. Sweat poured from his brow, as Lucius' adrenaline was pumping. Her cheek tightly against his chest, as strands of her black hair periodically flung up into his face being caught by the growing gusts of chilling wind. His heart was beating faster, as he wondered to himself if he would be able to get help for his new friend. After a few minutes, the shirtless Lucius arrived at his old truck with the mysterious young lady. As he opened the door carefully with the hand under her back, he nudged it further open with his shoulder being careful to not hit her head. After carefully placing her in the passenger seat, he shuts the door and scurries over to the driver's side. Starting the engine, he noticed fuel meter. Close to empty... Great. he curses, as he gazed once more over to the battered female he had committed to rescuing. Out of breath, he switched the control into 'Drive' and began the journey back toward the town, doing near double the speed limit down the dirtgravel road. Every now and then, as he operated the vehicle, he glanced over to the girl. You don't look like you're from around here. What's your story? ....What were you doing out there all by yourself? He asks, as he catches his breath. The rumbling sound of the tires on the road, and the wind through the trees outside being the only other sounds to be heard. ...Name's Lucius by the way.