circumspector: (( huh? ) » just so I can sing)
a n g e l . ([personal profile] circumspector) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-08-24 01:05 pm (UTC)

[ Let's him go with worried eyes following, but he never broached it, even iif - well, it was her problem too if she didn't want her head muddled up - but Prince told her to respect privacy, so she would. Sighs, and leaves it, as long as he felt better.

Goes back to getting out of the heavier clothes as quickly as she can so that by the time he comes back she's draped on the edge of couch. Her gear is set down in a ( messy, sorry Aoba ) pile on the ground beside her. The flak vest with equipment still mercifully all inside it. Boots next to it and her heads cradled in her still good arm - the other is bandaged across her shoulder and from the top down it's not looking much about it either. Red turning blue turning yellow and brown reaching down to her elbow. Her arm was going to ache for awhile after this, but that was just the price to be paid for getting away with her life.

His voice calls her back from the sleep that's right there. Just a reaching out for him to come back because wasn't sure if he would, said goodbye to him and now he was, but now that he was she forces herself back the rest of the way -
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Yeah?

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