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pc ♠ wiš'adel
this is the only time i will spell her name the whole way
[ he is resting! he's curled up. now, he's bandaged, but most noticeably he's covered in pretty severe electrical burns, there are bits of his skin that are like... split, along his arms. there's a stab wound that got bandaged. and also his eye is fucked up. it's severely damaged, if not gone entirely.
he coughs, and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. doesn't look up. what's the point, right, it's not like he can see anything now. ]
The others? [ his voice also sounds like garbage, it's like crunchy. raspy. ]
he coughs, and wipes his mouth with his sleeve. doesn't look up. what's the point, right, it's not like he can see anything now. ]
The others? [ his voice also sounds like garbage, it's like crunchy. raspy. ]
Hey. Doc. Focus on me, 'kay?
[she says with a little squeeze of his hand, something she hopes will be a little grounding.
with his sight seemingly gone now, she's... pretty sure it'll be easy to get stuck in his own head, and she doesn't like the sound of that voice.]
[she says with a little squeeze of his hand, something she hopes will be a little grounding.
with his sight seemingly gone now, she's... pretty sure it'll be easy to get stuck in his own head, and she doesn't like the sound of that voice.]
[ well, good news. he is healed! at least! that's the nice thing. his eyeball is still missing because i'm mean but the rest of him seems less fucked.
his thoughts are just full of garbage stress scribbles. stopping a suicide attempt and watching someone try to midtrial has done a number on his nerves. ]
Hello, Wis'adel.
[ thinly. ]
his thoughts are just full of garbage stress scribbles. stopping a suicide attempt and watching someone try to midtrial has done a number on his nerves. ]
Hello, Wis'adel.
[ thinly. ]
I'm making us soup, nobody else is gonna want this.
[if his sight is still fucked he can at least smell the peppers. she is out to set her tastebuds on fucking fire tonight to feel something, okay.]
Ugh. If it's him tomorrow, I'm going to lose my shit.
[if his sight is still fucked he can at least smell the peppers. she is out to set her tastebuds on fucking fire tonight to feel something, okay.]
Ugh. If it's him tomorrow, I'm going to lose my shit.
[ thank god, he could use the spiciest soup possible. ]
If he wants to self-destruct and take it out on someone who feels just as guilty about the crime as he does angry, let him. I no longer care.
[ bitchy, pissy baby voice. ]
Or perhaps I never did. I don't have feelings, after all.
If he wants to self-destruct and take it out on someone who feels just as guilty about the crime as he does angry, let him. I no longer care.
[ bitchy, pissy baby voice. ]
Or perhaps I never did. I don't have feelings, after all.
[because you said this would happen
she's catching sight of one of his hickies when his shirt collar slips or something, and is just immediately like-]
About time. How long has he been making you wait while his little keeper lurks menacingly in the background?
she's catching sight of one of his hickies when his shirt collar slips or something, and is just immediately like-]
About time. How long has he been making you wait while his little keeper lurks menacingly in the background?
[ WELL at first he is embarrassed, because he's a private person and he gets so finicky about this, but. weesh has seen him naked and he's so tipsy, so like, whatever. who cares.
a huff, as he adjusts his shirt. ]
He hasn't made me wait. [ he was happy to take the pace bas wanted to, but also: ] We finally had a moment where we were alone and uninjured.
[ it would've happened earlier if he hadn't been absolutely destroyed by second cyoa ]
a huff, as he adjusts his shirt. ]
He hasn't made me wait. [ he was happy to take the pace bas wanted to, but also: ] We finally had a moment where we were alone and uninjured.
[ it would've happened earlier if he hadn't been absolutely destroyed by second cyoa ]
[ the way i tagged this and then passed out from a headache
anyway he hums when she does, shifting his arm around her. normally he wouldn't, but he's drunk and there's so many effects in play that he kind of just goes: ]
... He was very good at it, for his first time.
anyway he hums when she does, shifting his arm around her. normally he wouldn't, but he's drunk and there's so many effects in play that he kind of just goes: ]
... He was very good at it, for his first time.
[ he's curled up in the tavern tonight with booze and a blanket, staring out... a window, i suppose. idk if there are windows. there are now for the sake of this thread. his ear flicks at the sound of someone approaching, and he glances over, with a smile. ]
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