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song_tra_bong) wrote2006-04-29 05:50 am
song_tra_bong) wrote2006-04-29 05:50 am
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[ooc: comfort is in the eye of the beholder]
She kisses him good-bye before he goes to meet his sisters, then heads to her own room for fresh clothes and a chance to examine his handiwork. Ruin had a fair hand at treating wounds; probably an inevitable side-effect, since he was so good at inflicting them.
run, desire, run
Once in her room, she strips off shirt and pants, leaving the clothes where they fall in a trail to the bathroom. She stands before the mirror, taking inventory.
sexual being
He re-covered the wound on her back with a few gauze pads; the edges of the cut had come open, but most of it was content to stay sealed. The shoulder wound from that same fight had been healing well enough and Ruin hadn't paid it much attention during their tryst, too intent on new injuries.
run him like a blade
Slight puncture marks on her buttocks from where he held her up against the wall; nothing overly dramatic. Should be fine in a day or two.
to and through the heart
Scratches along her sides from his nails, deeper ones along her hips; still, a few days should take care of them.
no conscience
Her neck and shoulders are a different story.
one motive
The collar of bruises Julian gave her is overlaid with another from Ruin. One deep bite to the front of her throat; if she keeps it clean, no reason to worry. Assorted bites and bruises from shoulder to shoulder, varying levels of depth and severity.
cater to the hollow
And then there's her chest.
so grow, libido, throw
The first line--high, just below her collarbone, extending the width of her chest. Deep, but treatable.
dominoes of indiscretions down
Just off-center, half above her right breast. His name.
She traces the letters with a fingertip, knowing what it says even in the mirror. Knowing what it says even in the dark.
ruinosus
His.
("You would be an amazing addition to my suit.")
What does that even mean? What would that be like? Would I live forever? Would I stop being me? Would my...my aspect take over until I was just conflictagressiondefeat, or could I still laugh with my friends and--
You know they won't want anything to do with you if you accept. Gorlim may not want anything to do with you as it is, once he finds out.
("...That you're looking for something I can't give you. This is what you want? IS IT?!")
And what about Julian?
What about him?
I love him--
Do you still? Can you still? You saw--
I saw something--
That was enough to drive you to Ruin. That should be enough.
It should. But it's not.
So what will you do? Walk up to him in the bar and just pour out your heart to him?
You know I won't.
So then what?
"I'll heal," she says out loud, voice echoing in the silence of the room. "I'll wait, and I'll think. That's all I can do right now."
She goes back into the bedroom, slipping into clean pajamas before she sits down her her bed to write a few letters.
She kisses him good-bye before he goes to meet his sisters, then heads to her own room for fresh clothes and a chance to examine his handiwork. Ruin had a fair hand at treating wounds; probably an inevitable side-effect, since he was so good at inflicting them.
run, desire, run
Once in her room, she strips off shirt and pants, leaving the clothes where they fall in a trail to the bathroom. She stands before the mirror, taking inventory.
sexual being
He re-covered the wound on her back with a few gauze pads; the edges of the cut had come open, but most of it was content to stay sealed. The shoulder wound from that same fight had been healing well enough and Ruin hadn't paid it much attention during their tryst, too intent on new injuries.
run him like a blade
Slight puncture marks on her buttocks from where he held her up against the wall; nothing overly dramatic. Should be fine in a day or two.
to and through the heart
Scratches along her sides from his nails, deeper ones along her hips; still, a few days should take care of them.
no conscience
Her neck and shoulders are a different story.
one motive
The collar of bruises Julian gave her is overlaid with another from Ruin. One deep bite to the front of her throat; if she keeps it clean, no reason to worry. Assorted bites and bruises from shoulder to shoulder, varying levels of depth and severity.
cater to the hollow
And then there's her chest.
so grow, libido, throw
The first line--high, just below her collarbone, extending the width of her chest. Deep, but treatable.
dominoes of indiscretions down
Just off-center, half above her right breast. His name.
She traces the letters with a fingertip, knowing what it says even in the mirror. Knowing what it says even in the dark.
ruinosus
His.
("You would be an amazing addition to my suit.")
What does that even mean? What would that be like? Would I live forever? Would I stop being me? Would my...my aspect take over until I was just conflictagressiondefeat, or could I still laugh with my friends and--
You know they won't want anything to do with you if you accept. Gorlim may not want anything to do with you as it is, once he finds out.
("...That you're looking for something I can't give you. This is what you want? IS IT?!")
And what about Julian?
What about him?
I love him--
Do you still? Can you still? You saw--
I saw something--
That was enough to drive you to Ruin. That should be enough.
It should. But it's not.
So what will you do? Walk up to him in the bar and just pour out your heart to him?
You know I won't.
So then what?
"I'll heal," she says out loud, voice echoing in the silence of the room. "I'll wait, and I'll think. That's all I can do right now."
She goes back into the bedroom, slipping into clean pajamas before she sits down her her bed to write a few letters.