towerofanimus | I've come undone

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I've come undone

Characters: Summoner and Handmaid
Setting: Floor 25
Format: Action
Summary: Summoner is a mess. Handmaid sucks at stealth
Warnings: sad aliens

[He has always been partial to the sunlight, what little of it he could get in the dusk and the dawn. There is something about the light and the gentle warmth of it that has appealed to him, especially during the seasons when the night air bit at him like it wanted to take him apart. When he was very, very young, he used to test himself, stay out and watch the sun come up until his skin burned and his lusus called him back to his recuperacoon]

[So it is probably not especially surprising that he has come to appreciate the spring sun on the twenty-fifth floor. And never has he appreciated it more then right now, the careful prickling heat making days old bruises ache in the best way. The uncomfortable and constant pulse in his torn wings slows faintly, lets him focus on other things. He moves for the sake of moving, sliding through sword forms even without a sword because muscle memory is easier then thinking about… well… anything else honestly. These past few days have been quite awful! He figures probably he can leave those particular memories alone for a little while longer. This is easier]

[At least until the ache catches up to him again, and he lets himself slow… then stop entirely, wiping sweat off his cheeks and… staring at his palm for a long moment. He’s tired. Kind of bone deep tired. Sleeping hasn’t been helping, and he should know, seeing how that’s been what he’s been doing for days now. There are other things in there, of course, besides the tiredness. Anger and frustration and curiosity. The kind of things that have made him restless finally, and drawn him to this room]

[He wants to fly, to clear his head, but he can’t. Not with his wings still healing, and not quite able to fold properly anymore. So instead he settles under a tree, and goes through the long, practiced routine of undoing the clasps and buttons that hold his shirt on. He is thankful for being alone, thankful that humans are apparently day walkers and don’t come around much at night, as he draws his shirt off finally, and folds it next to his knee. He is still marked of course, ugly brown bruises standing out along his side and his shoulder, and he touches them just briefly, just enough to make them sting, before… just… folding forward, stretching out over his crossed legs, pressing his forehead against the cool grass. His wings fan out around him, uncovering the old scars the crisscross his back, and once again he is thankful for being alone. He has never liked answering questions about them, and honestly the silence is nice, the cool air he moves around himself is nice. For a moment, he is… not happy exactly, but at least he’s letting himself relax…]

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[KJSDLFJSKLDF THEN WHAT IS THE POINT )8 It seems so easy to him. He's really... confused honestly, so he's silent for a long moment.... And then he clears his throat. He really can't stand to see her like that...]

Come here.

[Part of her really... Doesn't want to? But she crosses the room and sits down in front of him anyway. It's something, even if she still won't meet his eyes.]

[Watches her cross, and he just... sort of stares at her for a second? Looking over what he can see of her face and her hair and the... really unfortunate state of her. Had she gotten into another fight...? The wounds are in awfully familiar places, but... it can't be? He killed her, he knows he did...]

[...so he pushes that out of his mind, instead reaching over to take her wrists into his hands. Doesn't say anything, just... holding on for now. It's okay, my dear, it's really okay]

[She flinches, partially out of pure instinct and partially because everything hurts. But then she lets out a breath and forces herself to glance up at him.]

I'm sorry.

[Repeating herself, but she feels the need to.]

Stop.

[Said very softly as he rubs the pad of his thumbs against her skin]

Have you been to the infirmary?

[Frowning!]

No. Have you?

[lksjdf looks away for the first time. It's a minor sign of trust!!! But he just... lkjsdf doesn't like her frowning at him. Makes him feel guilty EHEH]

I just need some time. You, look like you're still hurt.

[She squeezes his hand with her uninjured one a little shyly.]

So do you.

[...lkjsdf his wings shift open again, resettling, and he has to sit up a little straighter for the uncomfortable twinge that sends down his back]

Not, like you are. [HE'S ONLY BRUISED OKAY!!!]

[She shakes her head stubbornly.]

I... Ruined your wings.

[...okay. Long pause here. Because yes she did and yes he is really really upset about it, but he... can't blame her if she didn't intend to hurt him, so he's sort of left with this directionless Upset Feeling that he doesn't know what to do with]

[But eventually he looks at her again, a little mellowed out for having been reminded]

They'll heal.

[God, she really, really doesn't deserve him at all. For a long moment, she pauses, then scoots forward to lean against him, wrapping her arms around him gingerly. She really won't be surprised if he pulls away, but this is the only way she knows how to show him how much his forgiveness means to her.]

[OH. Oh goodness. Definitely was not expecting that, so yes he does pull back at first. Only for a second though, and then he's... returning the gesture, trying to be careful about where he lays his hands against her back]

[He sort of... debates with himself for a bit after that, trying to decide what would be appropriate here or not. But FUCK IT he wants to do it, and the worst she could do is... well, attack him again, but he suspects she's gotten that out of her system. It was just a tower game or something, she's fine]

[Presses a kiss to the top of her head, very carefully and quite fondly]

[She tenses, her breath catching in her throat, because that is honestly the most affectionate gesture she has ever received from anyone, ever, in her entire life. It's nice, she decides, but also incredibly terrifying. She's also blushing like crazy, but hopefully he can't see that.

But after she gets over her complete shock, she tightens her grip on him slightly, still afraid of hurting him but wanting to return that gesture somehow, even if she's not brave enough to go as far as he did.]

[He def can't see the blush lkjsdf you're good Handmaid. And it's okay he doesn't really expect her to return the gesture. The squeezing is more then good enough, even if he has to twitch his wings a little so the lay a little better under her arms]

[Kisses her again and then just... settles against her. He's good with just... being here right now tbh. Words are hard. This is so much better then anything he could ever say to her]

[She's still a little tense, because this whole... Someone holding her thing is not something she's familiar with. And she still feels horribly guilty, and has to bite back yet another apology.]

[Well then he will rub at her back... or tries to, before he remembers that she's hella beat up and stops before he gets too far]

Where are you hurt...? [And can he help her bandage it up again!!!]

It doesn't matter. I'm fine.

[Except her... Hand has a giant bite mark on it but WHATEVER.]

It does matter.

[It matters to him gosh Handmaid!!!]

Let me. [...ugh he is so pale help] Let me, help you... Please?

[She stays silent for a long moment before finally wiggling away and offering him her injured hand. It's the only thing that's really bugging her. The rest she can deal with.

Can he... Recognize the Highblood's teeth marks yet...]

[...no. LKJSLDFJ he just looks... really concerned that she's been bitten by something!!! So he takes her hand for a second, examining it. Ew, this really needs a bandage???]

What happened...?

[She just... Shrugs. Oh god that is a terrible story and he's going to hate her if she tells him.]

[....wat Handmaid you can't just shrug at him about a wound that is THIS GROSS. Huffs faintly, staring at her. Tell him )8]

[Oh god oh god GUILT IS WINNING OUT?]

The Highblood... Bit me.

[Awkward.]

[....................THE LONGEST PAUSE]

[On the one hand, omg his pale crush got bitten by that dick??? On the other, OMG HIS KISMESIS IS BITING PEOPLE WHO AREN'T HIM???????]

U-uhhhh... Why...?

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