w6 curfew

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[ hi well vax is here! he is covered in vin's blood! he has been coughing up deep plum purple flower petals, interspersed with the occasional olive petals it's

everything is fine

he's fine ]

[fretbro]

[well - okay, he's stressed but not enough that he can't concentrate, so he just comes over to vax and crouches down in front of him and offers his hands. give.]

[daggering]

[ it's

a long moment, but, he will give them over. his hands are shaking. ]

[fretbro]

[he summons something - a little amber cloth, and then glances over at riff.]

Hey, dude - can I get some water? Please? [you just sit tight, vax.]

[rindude]

[well this is a lot. but also he seems to be a little more alert so he nyooms over to focus before holding both of his hands over the cloth to douse it with water.]

This should help.

[vax sit tight, they will just hover and help apparently.]

[daggering]

[ my teens

you ever just get your trauma button slapped really, really hard??? see this was the nice thing last time, at least vax was also aware he was dying and coming back injured!!! this time not so much.

...

he takes the little cloth when it comes into his hands, a little surprised - blinking kind of stupidly between the two of them. ]

...Riff, Bass. [ quietly ]

[fretbro]

[bass mumbles a little thanks to riff, and then uses the cloth to carefully wipe some of the blood away from vax's hands.]

... She's gonna be okay. All of them will. [he says, firmly. he doesn't cough, doesn't spit up petals.]

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...yeah.

[ theres another cough - rough, rattling, spitting out a few more flower petals, and his voice is scratchy, but he nods. the shaking doesn't stop, but he's... okay. ]

Yeah. Fucking hate this fucking curfew.

[rindude]

[just...scooping up those flowers to throw them elsewhere before sort of fidgeting and slotting himself against vax's side almost like a cuddle but not quite.]

Bass is right. [because maybe he needs to hear it from both of them.] She'll be okay. [he opens his mouth to say "just think about what you can do for her tomorrow" but then he kind of goes like "well tomorrow is weird" so he shuts up again.

uh...hm...]

But you're right. This does suck.

[fretbro]

[he scoots to settle on the other side, tucking himself up against vax's side. he also takes vax's hand, glancing at riff with a little worried look.]

[daggering]

[ the combination of his two very stressed out teens and the amber and the nice gestures is... helping, at least. he takes another deep breath, and riff pausing like that gets him to huff, softly. he's doing his best. ]

... Just hate being away from her. Not knowing.

[ knowing that someone could hurt her, overnight. knowing that she got hurt, knowing that he was, apparently, involved somehow. ] She's with Rubes and Birdie, at least.

[ and probably also damien but like thats damien

anyway that's murmured, maybe more comforting for him than anyone else. he lets riff and bass both take up as much space as they want, though, leaning a little against them, too. baby sandwich ]

[rindude]

[yeah there's an equally worried look because woof. it's fine. baby sandwich to emotionally support a bird...]

Right. She's not alone, and the others will take care of her until you can see her tomorrow. [maybe if he says it out loud, he can wish it into the universe? maybe vin will live to see tomorrow and everything will be okay.

it's just...reaffirmation. vax can do it for him, so it's his turn to do this for vax.]

[decisions]

[ he'll eventually make his way over at some point to just kind of

wipe some of the blood with a handkerchief quietly. whatever, man. this is fine. ]

[daggering]

[ .... this is fine. he just lets this happen, taking a shaky breath as he hacks up a last handful of flowers - plum, olive, azure blue - really the first large attack of this he's had all week long.

vax wipes his mouth afterwards, and eventually says, quietly: ] ... she thought she had me.

[decisions]

[ oh buddy...

he's careful when brushing some stray petals away from his lap and his shirt, not missing the color at all. he just places a hand on his knee, squeezing lightly. ]

You were probably real enough where they went... she's back with us now. [ he knows it doesn't mean much. ] Look at me.

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[ ...

after a long moment, he does. mouth drawn into a thin line, brows knit together, just - rattled, rattled like he was in the sunken tomb.

...but looking, nonetheless. ]

[decisions]

[ he's just going to set the handkerchief down and very carefully bring both hands up to his face to cup his stupid bird cheeks.

and squeezes them very gently. ]

You really do get around in these adventures, Vax'ildan...

[ktiseos]

[yeah ok screw subtlety

he's just settling wherever vax is, right next to him, not caring whether he's getting blood on him. he's here.]

[daggering]

[ sometimes something just comes and punches you in your trauma button real hard

... he does seem appreciative, at least, wiping flower petals away from his mouth and reaching up to scrub a hand over his face. ]

...sorry. Sorry.

[ktiseos]

Don't.

[no apologizing right now.

he uses his robe sleeve to help wipe off any blood on vax's face.]

[daggering]

[ we

well

this is a lot and when he wipes the blood away - thankfully it's not a lot, at least, most of vin's blood was contained to his clothes - he will very quickly see that vax is crying. it's fine? it's fine, ]

Shit. [ is all he really has to say, sucking in a breath, rattling a cough and choking out another fistful of blue flowers. it's. he's fine. ]

[ktiseos]

[...oh, no.

a few peach petals slip free when he clears his own throat, but he just drapes an arm around him.]

...I know. You shall see her tomorrow.

[quiet, but insistent.]

[daggering]

...Yeah.

[ yeah. he fucking better. he reaches up and rubs his hand across his eyes, and then just leans into this a little bit. ]

[ktiseos]

[he'll let him lean as much as he wants, quietly pulling him closer.]

[daggering]

[ he's gonna wear himself out before curfew actually strikes, at this point, so. all strung out from way too much activity, eventually he just kind of drops here and puts his head on emet's thigh, curling up under his own cloak.

good night ]