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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[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...?

[She's pulling away now, as though already preparing for his anger.]

I attacked him.

[Wait what no. Grabs her hand, careful of the bite but trying to keep her there. The fact she attacked him kind of... stings at him, but if she was... under the influence of the chocolate then too...?]

[Okay he does bristle a little that maybe she might have kissed him, and more so that he must have responded to have fucked up her hand like this]

[WOW THIS THING THAT HAPPENED JUST MADE EVERYTHING REALLY COMPLICATED... Frowning, but not really at her]

Did you. Mean to...?

No.

[She sounds almost a little desperate. God, she sure did fuck everything up.]

[hhhhh having a little harder time putting this one behind him but okay. OKAY. If she didn't mean it, then clearly he needs to go have a talk with the Highblood and then things will be fine]

[Nods and lets go of her hand, moving to stand]

I uh... don't have anything with me, to help with that. [So they're going to the infirmary!!]

[She pulls herself to her feet, watching him carefully. Is he angry with her?]

I'm sorry.

[Siiigh Handmaid.]

[lksjdf UGH HER APOLOGIZING is really like being punched in the gut he wishes she would stop. Smiles reassuringly and reaches for her hand!! The good one!!! They are going to hold hands again on the way down there fuck the police]

It's fine. Everything is, fine.

[She grips his hand tightly, looking suddenly relieved.]

Okay.

[huu he feels... sort of miraculously better when she takes his hand, squeezing it a little before pulling her towards the... stairs.......]

[...she probably ought to let him know he forgot his shirt WELP]

[Oh whoops. She doesn't move when he tries to walk off, pointing at his shirt.]

You're forgetting something.

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