[M4F] Stranded but not Alone

I wake up suddenly and cough my way through about a lungful of sea water. My ribs hurt and I can feel them shift when take my first big inhale. My head is pounding and placing a hand there, my palm comes away sticky with some sand from my temple. Sand? I don't remember being anywhere near sand. Then the memories start to flash in. I was on a plane... I was heading on a trip...how did I? "Oh No." I spin around, seeing the bits of broken metal and luggage strewn about on the shore next to me. Clutching my side as I lean up, wincing, trying to look over the nearby rocky outcropping. Too high. I slowly start to stand, my vision swims and I almost topped over. I turn around again and again, growing more frantic by the second. Nononono, did this really happen? Was I in a plane crash? I look back out to sea, no sign of the plane, not even any smoke. My brain registers that the lack of a visual on the plane is a bad thing, but I'm too dazed to remember why. I try to slow down, slow my breathing, slow my racing mind. How did I survive? How am I going to survive now? Am I the only one who... My thoughts pause as I notice the answer to my last question. There is someone. Someone else washed up on the beach with me. I limp-hop my way over. Running with cracked ribs is the best! Soon I'm standing over them, it's a woman. She doesn't look like she is breathing, but I can't really tell. I rapidly sink to one knee, my chest screaming in protest and quickly extend my hand to their throat, "Please don't be dead, Please don't be dead..." I mumble as my hand connects with their neck. One moment, two, three. Then finally a heartbeat, faint but there. A slow raspy inhale coming from her windpipe I lean over them trying to wake them up. Gently grabbing their shoulders and shouting, "Hey! Hello!? Wake Up! Seriously! Please don't make me drag you up the beach with broken ribs!" My shouting seems to do the trick, my first thought as their eyes open. 'At least I won't have to stay here alone.' At least it's something to be hopeful for, right?

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Hi DPP! Looking for someone to write a Deserted Island RP, one with generous amounts of both survival and smut, romance and Island dangers. I'm looking for this to be a long term RP, touching on both survival on an Island with just the two of us as well as the growing romantic attraction between our two characters! Hunting our own food, building a shelter, trying to signal for help, and leaning on each other to get through this tumultuous ordeal! Out of the that dependence on one another for both our survival and our sanity, a Relationship and Romance will blossom. Our characters will spend hours together, it's only natural we would get to know one another, we will be sleeping in the same makeshift tent after all. But more than that, we rely on each other. And that will lead us closer and closer together, till eventually we share the same side of the tent! Looking for that to take a little while, stolen glances at first, awkward conversations about the state of our rapidly deteriorating clothing, how we ended up cuddling over a cold night. Where we take it from there is up to us! Do these two characters end up staying together on this island? Do they find it unable to stand one another, but being trapped on a small island together have no choice but to help one another? And after many olive branches and talking come to an understanding and attraction for one another? Or is their relationship, despite the trauma surrounding their meeting, written in the stars! They never would have spoken had the plane they were on not crashed. And now, they can't stand to be apart from one another! Two soulmates only a couple isles apart, brought together by a life or death twist of fate! So many wonderful options! Hope to hear from you!

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