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[wille]

[ It's an ungodly hour of the night as these things go, with both Misato and Gildor's minds flickering to announce their presence to all. Forceful and unapologetic, for her part, while urgent and unsettling, for his part. They insist on your attention. ]

( Everyone. We found something out there beyond the barrier. It was too dark for us to see much-- )

(Or anything, for some of us, but-- )

( But it's massive-- )

(Big as the shuttles that brought us-- )

( And predatory. At least, it seemed pretty clear that it wanted to take a chunk out of us. Some of you found tracks the other day, right? Let's talk. )
 

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[perroquet]

[ He could be angry, but really, he's too horrified at his own reaction to hold a grudge. That, and at the pain still lingering in his held ear still frightens him. What if it doesn't go away, what if it's ruined? His heart pounds rapidly in his head, and though he knows it will fade, he still stands away from her. Petrified. ]

No, I never told you about my-... It's an irrational fear of course, but-...

[ The red in his mind goes muddy as it slowly settles back to it's usual blackness. Remembered voices bubble up from within it, and he slips into the old fear they bring before he can silence them. A man's voice towers over him, deeper and with an accent like the one he's suppose to be learning to speak with-

"We'll cut those oversized things off and you'll live in the streets if you don't get this right. Now, again-"

He covers both ears and sinks to the floor. ]

[shri]

[ It takes no more that that voice - to know exactly what she's done is so far beyond the playful tug she meant it to be. ]

It is a threat, like a vampires fangs. Whether it is founded or not - when it is something you have learned to fear.

[ She is told often and insistently, how she needs to put aside those fears, here, like her skin doesn't crawl every time she has to look at them and suffer them to live. But so far - she cannot lie, they haven't turned their teeth to any one unwilling. ]

I will not make such a mistake again.

[ She can only know for herself, how she responds in such a situation - so she doens't move closer where she watches him crumble, like saw teeth of a blade against muscle, she watches him. A want to hold those wounds but even so - ]

( Will you come back to me? )

[perroquet]

[ He answers affirmative, though it isn't voiced aloud or even put in verbalized thought. Just a sense of longing to be near her again, though he needs time to get there. Another moment to let the pain fade, to recompose himself. Even as she offers comforting words, there's a sense of deep embarrassment that won't fade so easily.

Eventually, he rises and slowly makes his way back towards her. Reaches blindly in her direction for her guiding hand. When he sits with her again, his thoughts have been recollected with coherence and he gently presses on her mind, afraid of prying ears as he confesses- ]

( It's why I am so reluctant to touch my own hair. I barely trust anyone near my ears, let alone with scissors. I've always trimmed the front carefully and left them a wide berth, because if anything were to happen... ) [ Just the idea of 'anything' stresses him. ]

( I should have told you, but it's a strange thing to confess. )

[ And he made the mistake of trusting her so completely. Perhaps a fault of their symbiotic relationship growing closer, but one he blames himself for. ]

[shri]

[ She clicks her tongue, as he comes back to her, and she guides it to settle back to her waist. Giving him a long amount of time to adjust to her nearness again. ]

( There is nothing strange - not when you have known such thing. Do you chide me for my fears? )

[ He might insist far differently to her where the vampire of their hive is concerned, but he hadn't acted like it was completely unfounded either.

And to it, when she lets her hands drift near his hair again, it is carefully, meticulously slow. Light and easy and not at all pulling even if that is what the mess deserves. ]

( I never want to cause you such pain. Never. Tell me when something is so much to you. )

[perroquet]

[ He sits kneeling before her, not as a subject or as brood, but as a tired man who has been exposed. His hands move from her waist, fingertips trailing downward to the ends ends of her knees and rest there, reassured by her presence and words. But still, even dressed in his heavy robes, he feels naked before her as he settles back down. ]

( I swear it is just that. The monster beyond the barrier is merely disconcerting by comparison to the fear you've revealed in me. )

[ Congratulations Lakshmi, for accidentally uncovering his worst nightmare. She reaches up again to run her fingers through his hair, and though her touch is gentle again, there's a tenseness in his neck and shoulders that wasn't there before. One he's fighting to let go of.

She asks for communication, and though the frayed nerves along the edges of his mind may be telling enough, he does as she says - he asks. ]

( Can it wait till morning? )

[ It isn't that he doesn't want her help. On the contrary, there's an underlying appreciation for her act of service that would brim over in joy if only his anxieties would allow it to. Unfortunately and unbeknownst to him, his hair is even worse now than when she started - sticking up in places she'd been working on and made wild from his sudden outburst. But he's tired and ready to try giving in to sleep, if his mind will quiet long enough to allow it. ]