ears wiggle back at that brush, before she feels the weight of that extra blanket. she does pull that blanket closer to her. it doesn't help with her chills, and she frowns in turn. but that's the consequences of virche drug usage... she fiddles for a moment with her pin.
made to kill... her emotions grow a bit detached, losing some of that humanity. that creeping fear coming back - ] Something about monsters.
[ making monsters to kill and all. her head tilts, ears pinning into her hair. ]
...Yeah. Would come back each night and you or Daan would help patch us up. [ until.. there's a wave of exhaustion even as she continues to do what she does best, play it off. even if it makes her a bit angry in turn. that this situation put them there. ] The last night, we took out whoever we could that was getting in our way. Then.. Karlach and I took each other out.
there is a flicker of fury in him at the mention of his presence, at odds with how calm he looks, but he smothers it quickly. ]
...That does sound like a job I had once. But I wasn't there.
[ a pause. he is not usually one for overt gestures of kindness, but again, she is babyzoned. and he doesn't like how that bit of humanity in her recedes—how people have forced it to recede. so where she is holding his hand already, he'll gently place his other hand atop it, sandwiching her paw between them. the vibes are gentle. ]
Well... You're alive now. And this is a hospital, and not some society of killers. You don't need to hurt anyone here, so you can just focus on resting.
[ her voice comes quiet, albeit a small bit of curiosity. a job he had once like that? were this before, izutsumi would probably have trouble imagining a life like that. but not now, not after she's lived it. except, not really, it's just memories? her ears flick back into her dark hair, scowling a little. she hates this feeling.
hates the idea of thinking she's less human than she is. that she's only a beast, only a monster. the feeling festers, churning in her chest, vision still covered that she doesn't see that hand that comes to sandwich her own. she freezes for a bit, before she gently, carefully squeezes his hand. a grip that is almost clingy. ]
..Right, rest. [ anxious flick of her tail. ] Penthouse after? Don't wanna stay here.
[ sorry that cyoas turn your brain into soup. still, she can see a bit of a projection thanks to the fog—an image of a medical station, of nehan coaxing a bullet out of a wound dispassionately. his underground doctor days.
but he doesn't remark on it. it's not important. he keeps her hand between his; the request surprises him, and it doesn't. ]
...Sure. Once you're stable, I'll ask someone to move you there. [ he can't really help her walk. ] I can handle your daily treatments.
[ so she doesn't have to wake up here. he doesn't mind keeping a patient in the penthouse. ]
her hand grips back a little but it loosens, relaxes at the words even as her ears flick forward and back. a slow sway of her tail off to the side. ]
...Okay. I'll have Daan take me there when I wake up. [ not any later, begrudgingly not sooner. with the bouts of dizziness she will reluctantly stay put. there's familiarity at the thought of him handling it - but no, those memories aren't real. that was not her life. ] Make sure you're there later, okay?
[ who the heck exactly is on house bed rest here smh. but she will let his hand go, pretends she doesn't hesitate doing so and gets more settled in bed. be free, nu!!! ]
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ears wiggle back at that brush, before she feels the weight of that extra blanket. she does pull that blanket closer to her. it doesn't help with her chills, and she frowns in turn. but that's the consequences of virche drug usage... she fiddles for a moment with her pin.
made to kill... her emotions grow a bit detached, losing some of that humanity. that creeping fear coming back - ] Something about monsters.
[ making monsters to kill and all. her head tilts, ears pinning into her hair. ]
...Yeah. Would come back each night and you or Daan would help patch us up. [ until.. there's a wave of exhaustion even as she continues to do what she does best, play it off. even if it makes her a bit angry in turn. that this situation put them there. ] The last night, we took out whoever we could that was getting in our way. Then.. Karlach and I took each other out.
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there is a flicker of fury in him at the mention of his presence, at odds with how calm he looks, but he smothers it quickly. ]
...That does sound like a job I had once. But I wasn't there.
[ a pause. he is not usually one for overt gestures of kindness, but again, she is babyzoned. and he doesn't like how that bit of humanity in her recedes—how people have forced it to recede. so where she is holding his hand already, he'll gently place his other hand atop it, sandwiching her paw between them. the vibes are gentle. ]
Well... You're alive now. And this is a hospital, and not some society of killers. You don't need to hurt anyone here, so you can just focus on resting.
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[ her voice comes quiet, albeit a small bit of curiosity. a job he had once like that? were this before, izutsumi would probably have trouble imagining a life like that. but not now, not after she's lived it. except, not really, it's just memories? her ears flick back into her dark hair, scowling a little. she hates this feeling.
hates the idea of thinking she's less human than she is. that she's only a beast, only a monster. the feeling festers, churning in her chest, vision still covered that she doesn't see that hand that comes to sandwich her own. she freezes for a bit, before she gently, carefully squeezes his hand. a grip that is almost clingy. ]
..Right, rest. [ anxious flick of her tail. ] Penthouse after? Don't wanna stay here.
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but he doesn't remark on it. it's not important. he keeps her hand between his; the request surprises him, and it doesn't. ]
...Sure. Once you're stable, I'll ask someone to move you there. [ he can't really help her walk. ] I can handle your daily treatments.
[ so she doesn't have to wake up here. he doesn't mind keeping a patient in the penthouse. ]
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her hand grips back a little but it loosens, relaxes at the words even as her ears flick forward and back. a slow sway of her tail off to the side. ]
...Okay. I'll have Daan take me there when I wake up. [ not any later, begrudgingly not sooner. with the bouts of dizziness she will reluctantly stay put. there's familiarity at the thought of him handling it - but no, those memories aren't real. that was not her life. ] Make sure you're there later, okay?
[ who the heck exactly is on house bed rest here smh. but she will let his hand go, pretends she doesn't hesitate doing so and gets more settled in bed. be free, nu!!! ]