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citylogs2024-01-13 11:00 pm
featheradrift) wrote in citylogs2024-01-13 11:00 pm
the past haunts the present [closed]
WHO: Wanderer (featheradrift), Altria Caster (excaliburden) & Tsuruno Yui (fanstheflames)
WHAT: It's a competition between who can fuss over Altria more--
WHERE: Altria & Tsuruno's apartment
WHEN: Jan 6, some time later in the day
WARNINGS: Descriptions of injuries
Altria was hurt. They'd left the memory space and contrary to his expectations, she was still hurt. It's at this point that he falters and panic starts rising within him. The last time he had to deal with an ailing human was centuries ago—a nameless, ailing boy who didn't even have a year left in him—but illness and injury are two different things and he has never dealt with a mortal's injuries.
First, he needs to find her a place to rest. That's an easy choice—her apartment would be ideal. So with some directions from Altria, he makes his way there as quickly as possible, careful not to jostle Altria's injuries any further. The trip is unbearably long. He is hyperaware of Altria's shallow breathing, and the hitches betraying the pain she feels. Her injured hand is cradled against her body, but it is still covered by a glove. He doesn't know how extensive the damage is.
He barges into Tsuruno and Altria's shared apartment without announcing himself, and then pauses. Where should he set her? On the couch? In her room? He stands in the doorway, conflicted.
featheradrift), Altria Caster (excaliburden) & Tsuruno Yui (fanstheflames)WHAT: It's a competition between who can fuss over Altria more--
WHERE: Altria & Tsuruno's apartment
WHEN: Jan 6, some time later in the day
WARNINGS: Descriptions of injuries
Altria was hurt. They'd left the memory space and contrary to his expectations, she was still hurt. It's at this point that he falters and panic starts rising within him. The last time he had to deal with an ailing human was centuries ago—a nameless, ailing boy who didn't even have a year left in him—but illness and injury are two different things and he has never dealt with a mortal's injuries.
First, he needs to find her a place to rest. That's an easy choice—her apartment would be ideal. So with some directions from Altria, he makes his way there as quickly as possible, careful not to jostle Altria's injuries any further. The trip is unbearably long. He is hyperaware of Altria's shallow breathing, and the hitches betraying the pain she feels. Her injured hand is cradled against her body, but it is still covered by a glove. He doesn't know how extensive the damage is.
He barges into Tsuruno and Altria's shared apartment without announcing himself, and then pauses. Where should he set her? On the couch? In her room? He stands in the doorway, conflicted.
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"Then I'll be gone for only a moment," he says, and turns to exit the apartment for his grocery dash.