its only a flesh wound [lyra]

It was typical that the day the entire Third Cohort went out of camp for a little exertion to the near by city for supplies that a monster would attack the camp. While Lyra had been out with some of her friends in the Cohort shopping in the city, a monster had raged through camp causing all kinds of damage. It wasn't until they got back later that day that the Third Cohort got the news of the attack. They hurriedly packed up their supplies and booked it back to camp but by then it was too late, the monster had already been slain by the First Cohort members. Lyra had been meet by a grim faced Branwen Cross upon entering the camp and ordered to retrieve some medicine from the infirmary. Lyra had merely dipped her head at the younger girl and skipped off to her task.

She hadn't even changed out of her mortal clothes before she was already off working again. Well, being in the Cohorts was always a 24 hour job. Lyra made sure to drop off the things she had bought on her bed before following Bran's directions. The infirmary was not very busy at all. From what Lyra could gather, the attack was minor and there was only a few minor injuries. As soon as the children of Apollo were free, things would most likely calm down. Then again, everyone felt restless after a monster attack and patrols would be increased around the camp boarders. Lyra sincerely hoped she wasn't given patrol duty tonight.

Slipping silently into the infirmary, Lyra instantly glanced over at the only occupied cot and nearly groaned out loud. Of course it had to be Hunter. She him (and the stupid stutter of her heart beat) and walked silently over to the medicine cabinets to look for some pain killers. Just as she reached out for one of the pill bottles, she heard a quiet curse coming from Hunter's direction. Lyra looked over her shoulder and saw Hunter trying to push himself up on the cot.

The daughter of Virtus took in a sharp breath and raced over to Hunter's side. "What do you think you're doing, stupid boy?" Lyra snapped at Hunter, reaching out a hand to push him back to the cot. "Are you trying to open your stitches?"

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Tagged;; Hunter Morgan
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Notes;; I think it would be nice to keep the word count low for once xD

Lyra caught Hunter’s eye roll and gave him a dark glare. She really hated when he did that but didn’t bother vocalizing her irritation. “I’d like to see what a serious wound is in your opinion.” Lyra said stiffly as she forced him back down onto the cot with one hand. She quickly removed her hand from his shoulder and instead stuffed it back into her pockets with a quiet huff of amusement. “I would also like to see the expression on Kyle’s face when you try to convince him to let you go out on patrol. Try being the key word here.”

Lyra let out a hum of disbelief. As much as she trusted in the Apollo children’s handy work, she was pretty sure there was a thing called bed rest that even demigods were subjected to. But she wasn’t Hunter’s mother, so she wasn’t going to say anything. Let the idiot pull some stiches, he would be in here twice as long as normal and that meant that he would be longer unable to irritate her.

Then Hunter had to go and open his stupid mouth and ruin their moment of peace. Then again, what else did she expect from him? Lyra didn’t know why she was even surprised any more. She glared at the sight of Hunter’s grin and was about to tell him off when she stopped herself. Why not have a little fun with the guy?

 Mentally laughing evilly at her little plan, Lyra controlled her featured into a sly smirk and gently grabbed onto the elbow Hunter used to nudge her to draw him in closer to her body. She put one knee on the edge of his cot and her hands on either side of Hunter’s head, her smile still in place. She leaned her face teasingly close to Hunter’s and watched him through half lidded eyes. “As entrancing as that idea is, and despite my wild attraction to your hot body; you personality is a real turn off.” Lyra said sultry before abruptly away from Hunter with a teasing laugh and trotted away from his cot.


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Tagged;; Hunter Morgan
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Notes;; None

Lyra resumed her task of rummaging through the medicine cabinets for some pain relievers but all she found were several empty bottles. She took a step back and shut the cabinet door again. She glanced about the room and wondered where the Apollo kids could have thrown their pain meds. She only listened with one ear to Hunter's complaints as she moved to the other side of the room to search a few drawers on the desk.

Lyra paused in her search and looked disbelievingly at Hunter. "Let's just agree that we're both pretty mean people and just continue on our merry way, shall we?" She asked with a flat tone. This time she didn't bother trying to stop him when he sat up. She just gave him a self-satisfied smirk when he let out a pained groan, ignoring the reflex to turn around and help him. Instead Lyra busied her hands with searching for the pain medication. Her entire form froze when Hunter spoke up for a second time and she wanted to whirl around to fix him with a steely look. Instead she kept her eyes looking forward and continued like her heart hadn't leaped into her throat and was banging loudly in her ears.

"I am far since over you Hunter, it's already been a few years. I think it's safe to say we've both moved on." Liar. Lyra ignored the little voice in the back of her head and turned around to look directly at Hunter. So what if he was unfairly hot? So what if Lyra caught herself remembering what it had been like to kiss Hunter, despite the two years they had been apart? It's not like she really was still hung up on him. She had dated other guys after Hunter, not that any of them had worked out.

Lyra folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow right back at Hunter. "Why are you even asking?" She asked bluntly.

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Tagged;; Hunter Morgan
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Notes;; None.