024 [Voice/Video]

[fabrecation]

[When the journal opens, there's a redhead who looks as if he wants to do nothing more than climb into a bed and sleep. A good explanation for that should show itself just as he opens his mouth to speak.]

Hey –

[Because he suddenly lurches forward and coughs harshly, though he tries ducking out of view of the camera. There's a slight sniffle before he leans in again, just after he wipes his mouth and nose with the back of his hand. His cheeks are slightly flushed, too, with signs of a fever.]

I'm back. Anyone know what day it is? [And he ducks his head again to cough, though not quite as hard as before. As for the question? Because he'd really like to know how close it is to that accursed Valentine's holiday.

... But now that he's got that journal open, he pauses, looks off with an expression of uncertainty towards the village and flexes his left hand, then squints slightly as he works on a filter. Ugh, it's hard to work with this stupid foggy ache in his head. Yet he knows that it'd be dangerous otherwise, especially with the topic of his questioning.]

[Filtered to Jade... and Dist//100%]

Could you take a look at me when I get back to the village? Something happened to me back there... [He does hate getting examined, especially for medical reasons. But this is extremely important.]

Comments

[action] oh please you're not really sorry

[fourteen]

[ She gives him the time she needs. There's a faint shiver in her core, something she can't identify, when it becomes clear he's not going to crack and confess what's wrong. How does she feel about that, really? Angry? Upset? Scared? Relieved? How are you supposed to feel, when the person you love comes back from a kidnapping and bursts into long, painful tears when you hold them?

There is fear in her heart. But she buries it, unable to help a smile of her own, reflexive and sad, in response to him.

The pads of his fingers brushing lightly over the skin of her neck produce a small rise of goosebumps, a rush of sensation that breezes down her back and diffuses quick and quiet. But that does nothing to assuage or soothe the ice that forms in her gut at his next works. I'm too scared to say anything right now.

Too scared. What could he be so scared of? Does this have something to do with the hyperresonance? Will something go wrong? Is he scared of hurting someone? Or himself? What's to be afraid of...?

In the end, she has no more words to give. She's so scared and so upset, but he seems so much calmer in comparison. And dragging him down with her isn't an option. So instead she closes the very small bit of distance left and kisses him, trying to tell him without words, Okay. I'll be waiting. I'll be right here when you're ready. ]

[action] no not really

[fabrecation]

[... Ah. There are tear tracks on his face, his nose is probably still a little runny, his lips are still twitching slightly, his hair hasn't been cared for in a few days, he's pale and flushed and he has an awful cold and he probably just looks absolutely horrendous and she still kissed him like that.

He really didn't deserve someone like her.

He shuts his eyes and returns her kiss, his hands moving up to entwine into her hair, like he wants to give a message back to her. Thank you. I love you so much I can't even say how much.]