[OPEN] Catch-all!

[bemist]

WHO: Gebura and YOU
WHAT: Catch-all!
WHERE: Anywhere and everywhere
WHEN: Covering September-December (for the times when neither of us tled, how could we)
WARNINGS: Likely violence, spoilers for Library of Ruina, suicide attempt, will edit if anything else pops up




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[siffriend]

[ (You

feel so warm, right now. It's a familiar warmth, born in the chest. It's a suffocating warmth, but not in a bad way. Like being smothered by blankets. Lightheaded and dizzying. You want to




You really wish she had just hit you.) ]

Mm. I'll try to make sure you don't regret it in the future, except when words come into play.

[ Wordplay......... ]

[bemist]

... You can just save the puns and jokes for people who will actually appreciate it.

[ So very dry. If that's the most aggravating thing about Siffrin (revised as of today, replacing "acts mysteriously like he can't fight very well"), it could very well be worse. ]

I can handle the rest.

[siffriend]

[ They won't really make her listen to them if she doesn't appreciate them. But there's a lack of things to say after that, really, or ones that get stuck in their throat, clawing, bleeding, unable to unstick themselves.

It's fine.

(You just don't want to go back. There's not enough excuses to stay.)

... It's fine. Gebura doesn't mind the quiet. It isn't like Siffrin's in danger of falling asleep either. Far too awake. Even if it seems like they might, similar to the rowboat. ]

[bemist]

[ She doesn't mind the quiet at all. But she does have to glance down at some point, to try to see past the hat to see if they've dozed off again. ]

You wanna stay out here for a little longer?

[ She's fine either way, but admittedly it's peaceful. ]

[siffriend]

[ Their single eye flits up to her two, then back ahead as their free hand comes up to tug the hat down. ]

... Mmhmm. But... you should clean and wrap your hand, if you won't let me heal it.

[ Doing so well not to be begrudging about it. Just a soft observation. ]

[bemist]

Mmm...

[ Giving her hand a considering glance. ]

I could just rip some fabric for now.

[ Gebura, no?? ]

[siffriend]

I guess so.

[ Siffrin, no??? ]

[bemist]

[ Siffrin will get his hand back as Gebura moves to rip off a section from her shirt, a lower strip. Nothing expensive, no big deal. No one is here to stop this. ]

The bleeding's more or less stopped, anyway. This should be enough for now.

[siffriend]

[ (You miss her hand already.)

A quiet nod. Okay. They can stay here a little longer now, sorely missing one point of warmth and trying to work out if it's too awkward to reach for it again... does it get worse the longer Siffrin waits? Yes. But even at the start, they're wondering if maybe... maybe if they go palm up, Gebura might put her palm on that, and go back to holding their hand, or maybe she'll just keep it in her lap and they'll look like a discreet fool, and that's okay since it isn't an obvious motion, and really aren't they happy enough with just the lean against her?

(Why are you so greedy, Siffrin? Lap at every puddle and eventually one'll make you sick, stray.) ]

[bemist]

[ I wish I could say she was aware of his inner turmoil, but sadly, she is not. The strip of fabric is tied one-handedly over the gash, though it's not exactly a secure hold when done one-handedly, so she silently holds out her hand in a request for Siffrin to finish the job. Inconvenient placement for an injury, but it was either her palm or Siffrin's life.

Which would have been fine, apparently, but she's glad she caught the dagger in time. ]

[siffriend]

[ She never will. This is for you, Kia.

...

Siffrin'll finish it with care, sitting forward for better range. And a little bow out of habit. Which they only realize after the fact, smiling awkwardly before...

...

Leaning. He guesses. Against her, again. Almost shyly to see if he really can. Light enough that if not, then. Okay. ]

[bemist]

[ Wow, Peace. What the hell.

Gebura blinks slightly at the bow, but then there's that light, warm weight against her again and she's a little more accustomed to it. At least enough not to flinch, to stay where she is. ]

... I really must be more comfortable than I thought, huh?

[siffriend]

[ It's my love. ]

... Mmhmm.

[ (You are so embarrassed. Why did she have to say something...) ]

You're... very warm, and sturdy.

[bemist]

[ Warm and sturdy... well, she can't really deny either of those things, can she.

She's silent for a moment, then slowly offers her uninjured hand. Because she really... does need to get better at this. During quiet moments like this one. ]

If you fall asleep again, you'd better not be faking it.

[ This is probably a joke. ]

[siffriend]

[ (...!)

Siffrin tries not to take her hand too quickly. It is a little awkward instead, slow and plopping into hers. ]

I'll say your name if I stir.

[ So she'll know he's awake. Closing that solitary eye... just resting is fine, like this. Truly never going to actually sleep around her at this rate. ]

[bemist]

[ ... Well, maybe they hadn't wanted to do that. Or it's them adjusting to it. But she'd like to think they'd tell her, if he didn't feel comfortable taking her hand. She'll just make a faint noise of agreement and close her eyes as well.

Not to sleep, just to rest. Maybe to meditate. She's too aware for anyone to sneak up on her like this, anyway. ]