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Took You In

The ＴＯＯＫＹＯＵＩＮ Shipping Meme

They were on your front door, in your yard, or on the street, confused and clearly in no position to fend for themselves; in a worst case scenario, they were bruised and battered, possibly close to death. Bleeding heart or not, you can't just be so cruel as to let them suffer. They need a place to stay, and you'll open your home to them...long enough to get back on their feet, anyway.

Speaking of feet, the shoe could be on the other one. You're worse for the wear - in a new place, possibly injured, certainly not in the best state of mind. You could not even remember how you got here or who you are to get here, for that matter. You may not want to remember. Whether willing or not so willing, you're in no position to turn down help, especially if said helper won't take no for an answer. No matter how dedicated you are to looking after yourself, there's only so much you can do in your position.

The two of you are staying together, at any rate. Only for a while, the plan is. But after said while, even though strength and confidence is returning to the injured, there's something a little different between you two. It could be the close quarters, the kindness shown, or a number of things, but quietly, softly, feelings have grown. Could more confusion and hurt spring from this? What about when it's time to go? Can the temporary resident leave as easily as they intended? You're so close now, perhaps a little while longer can't do any harm...

...until whatever it was that put them in such a perilous position in the first place comes back, and there could be "justice" for anyone who's dared to help.

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ғɪɴᴅɪɴɢ — Who's that? They're no ordinary passersby! Were they in an accident? Are they foreign? ...should you approach them?

ʀᴀɪɴ, ʀᴀɪɴ, ɢᴏ ᴀᴡᴀʏ — The elements make this night no time to sleep out of doors.

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ — Cuts, broken bones, injuries all of sorts...you have to stitch them back up, then make sure they don't get any

ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — It's all you can do to show gratitude to the person who took you in. Fix them a meal, care for their house, whatever you can do once you're able.

ʙᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇsᴛ — FUCK THIS PERSON AND FUCK THEIR COUCH. You didn't ask to be brought here. Let them clean up after you, you don't even care.

ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ? — How you got into this situation is a mystery. Even more of a mystery is your identity, and why the person you were would be so displaced.

sᴇʟғʟᴇssɴᴇss —

ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ — If you've been injured badly enough or can't remember all too well, you might have to relearn a good deal. Luckily, you have a helping hand.

sᴄᴀʀs — Scars from the encounter that lead you here or scars from prior, you don't want them to see either. You still have your secrets to keep.

sᴛᴜʙʙᴏʀɴ — Ugh, your house guest is so stubborn! They always get up when they should be resting, have the worst habits, and completely disrespect your home! You'll get to them, one way or another. Or you'll throw them out. You don't want to, but you will.

ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛ — Bad memories or nightmares wreck you; your host and nurse comes to your side unexpectedly.

ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟᴀsʜ — The person who's taken you in is from a different culture or lifestyle than you, and adapting is harder than you thought.

ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ғᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ — Think learning about a new culture is hard? Try being a different species. Can you keep your little eccentricities at bay for the good of your station?

ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜsʏ — Now that your emotions towards your caretaker/host/jailer are softening, you're finding yourself unusually jealous of those in their life who were close to them before.

ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛɪᴇs — You never thought you'd have fun after all that's happened, yet such simple gestures as a picnic or a movie make all the difference.

ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ — You love them, this person who's taken you in or this person you've found. It's not a pity or a thankfulness, it's love, and you know that now. What you choose to do with this information is

ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ — Suddenly, the person who's been so nice to you finds out that the two of you have a history. You killed their loved ones or caused something terrible. How can they forgive you?

ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ — So much has been done for you. The least you can do in return for the one who helped you at your lowest is make sure they never have such a low point.

ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋɪɴɢ — Anyone in the way of getting to you will be destroyed, and that includes the person you're staying with.

ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ — You've been given a home, maybe which you've never had before. You don't want to leave.

ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ — Not only are you living with them, but you're starting a proper life with them.

ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ — All secrets are laid out on the table. You've decided to tell about your past and what lead you here.

ʀᴇᴠᴜʟsɪᴏɴ — What you've done and who you are is so heinous, they want nothing more to do. You're to leave their home and leave them alone.

ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ — It doesn't matter what they've done. You've opened your home and your heart to them, and nothing's changed.

ᴘᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ — All things must come to an end. No matter what you feel for each other, it's time to leave. Hopefully, you'll see each other again.

ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ — Come what may, you've decided to stay at your new home with the person you love. Now, it's safe enough to do so.

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[Would rather play the one being taken in, but I can swing the opposite if wanted]

ooc: Cross canon welcomed. Could be either from the original or current timeline.

[ooc: Gen only for now please. Voice testing new muse.]

[probably taken in, but can be the one who took in if you want]

[either]

( ooc: I would prefer her to be the caretaker role! c: )

[OOC: How about 3, 10 or 15?]

( ooc: this is a mixture of 3 & 10! )

[ Reinhardt was always terrible in regards to his own health. His armor had broken down in a charge and he'd dislocated his shoulder and had a comminuted fracture along the humerus as well as a spiral fracture on the ulna, and even having worked on him before, she's never seen anyone wake up mid-surgery and laugh so loudly when she barked at the anesthesiologist to knock him back out before he tried to get up and walk off. The scramble to get a mask on him as well as fumbling for the machines regulating the IV drip was comical in retrospect, once she'd set and secured the bones, muscle tissue, repaired cartilage, and stitched him back up for a cast that spanned his shoulder down to the wrist.

The real challenge was dealing with him when he wasn't all chipper bravado and laughing; the after-effects would leave him groggy and disoriented and she's waiting at his bedside for him to wake so she can soothe him immediately and explain what's happened. Her hand is on that impossibly large chest and she's humming quietly to herself as she goes over the paperwork in her lap, lamp light low. He should be coming to within the next hour, if her estimation was correct after the adjusted anesthetics and morphine drip. ]

[Reinhardt wakes to a sparsely lit room and a meager weight on his chest. He almost makes note of it but the shift from unconsciousness into a medical-induced daze muddles his brain. He has enough wits about him to disregard the time he needs to recover from going under and chooses to leave his bed. The man braces himself with his good arm, the swaddled one unable to aid him adequately, and forces himself to slowly rise. He puts several inches between his back and the bed before he attempts to twist and touch his feet to the floor. His hips refuse and his legs do little more than shuffle half an inch across the sheets. While he curses his state on the inside, the only noises he makes are uncomfortable grunts and remarkably hushed groans.]

[ She had nearly nodded off over her papers when he stirs, and there's no hope she'd possibly ever have of stopping him with mere strength alone even as she levers her weight against his. ]

Hey, hey, easy. You have a lot of fun stuff pumping through your system right now; you just came out of surgery a few hours ago. Will you lie back down for me?

[ Her work is immediately set aside so she can shift up onto the bed and into his line of sight, patting his chest. ]

You did quite a number on yourself, you know.

[He switches focus to the women speaking to him, peering back at her with bleary eyes. Her figure is as fuzzy as the rest of the room but Reinhardt recognizes her all the same. She's asked him nicely to recline and so he acquiesces. He falls back onto the sheets with a muffled thump and huffs irritably at the energy he'd exerted simply trying to leave. His age is showing again.]

It was worth defending our friends.

[ Her huff is one of amusement, reaching over to fluff the pillows propping up the massive arm in the equally massive cast, seeing the bleariness in his eyes when he looks for her and finally settles on her shape. ]

I thought I said easy— you need to be gentle with yourself for a few weeks! [ There's an easy little laugh as she adjusts herself, sitting in the dip by his waist on the bed. ] You always do exceptionally when it comes to keeping us safe; there's no reason you need to over-exert yourself after the fact. It's time to rest, my sweet old lion.

How are you feeling? How's the pain? I can get you some water if you're thirsty.

[ She'll catch his good hand and pull it into her lap, fingers stroking over the scarred back as her other soothes over his sternum, giving him contact to focus on and ground himself. ]

[Under the effects of anesthetics, Reinhardt is the antithesis of his boisterous, peacocky self. He placidly receives her, rumbling at her affection. His chest fluttered with the sound of his pleased humming much like a lion's would. Unable to, in his mind, properly reciprocate, he curls his fingers over the outside of her thigh in his presently insubstantial grip.]

The pain? Ha. I feel nothing. But I could use a drink. I will get it.

[Though his mouth is uncomfortably dry, he's loath to lose her touch so soon. He moves to sit up again with the assumption that if he stands, she will follow. He gets as far as the first time before landing back in bed.]

In a moment.

[ They would wear off soon; it may not be soon enough to ease her sadness at having to see him this way again, but the pleased little rumble her touch earns is enough to assuage her for now. She didn't like seeing him out of sorts, but she liked seeing him in pain even less so. Angela was a woman that could pick her evils wisely.

With the weak grip on her thigh, she's already beginning to protest the second he says "I will—" ]

I have some right he— [ A sigh; he isn't listening, and all she can do is try her damnedest to catch him before he flops and jostles his arm, his fresh stitches. The attempt is comical at best, barely getting a hand behind his neck and weight levering her forward, but it's not... as bad as it could have been, she supposes. The hand on his chest never leaves, and she slips into speaking German with him, although it's her more playful upturned version with her Züridüütsch. ]

In a moment indeed. I have a glass for you here already, Augesternli. No need to fetch one yourself.

[ She'll reach for the nightstand with her free hand slipping from beneath his neck to get the glass, fingers catching the straw to hold it steady when she brings it to his lips. ]

Little sips.

[Reinhardt doesn't normally do small sips but he knows the consequences of drinking too quickly after a surgery. It would be foolish to relive that mistake, especially at his age. He follows her direction and takes his time until the glass is nearly drained and he's satisfied. The smile he flashes her is already livelier.

He slips into his own dialect, the perplexing Schwäbisch, to answer. It's remarkable they understand each other so well, but that's the benefit of time and living close to one another. They were able not just to adjust to the other, but to learn.]

Thank you! I feel much better. My throat was like sandpaper. How was the surgery? Did it go well?

[His hand glides up from her leg and gently slides over her hip, inwardly regretting his injury. He can't mirror his touch without inviting pain to interrupt their closeness.]

[ She'll set the glass aside and stroke over his chest, soothing, smile warming when he seems a little more awake. It didn't take much, and for that she's glad. ]

I would imagine; it's been quite some time since we first got you on the table. Everything went perfectly. Your arm was broken in multiple places as well as some damage to your shoulder and its cartilage, but provided you heal as well as usual, there should be no residual damage. I stress "heal well". You'll need to be on your best behavior. This is a more delicate injury than usual.

[ She'd repaired everything, is the long and short of it. She always prioritized nerve restoration and spent a tedious amount of time in her surgical loupes to painstakingly suture tissue to heal as cohesively as possible to prevent muscle knotting and tightness of the tendons. Give her one of her loved ones and she'll obsess near to the point of detriment.

His touch slips up her leg to her hip and she'll take the motion as an invitation to lay against his chest, barely able to reach his face where she'll press a little kiss just above a scruffy jawline. ]

You're always my best patient.

Ah, though you did wake up in the middle of surgery this time and laugh when you saw my loupes. You scared my assistants.

[The contented hum he releases upon receiving her kiss and compliment fades as he listens to the addition to her account. He inhales, throws his head back and crows at his behavior and her assistants' misfortune. His laughter jostles his shoulder, resulting in dull pulses of pain and a grimace through which he smiles regardless of his discomfort. Reinhardt lowers his amusement to a hearty chuckle but he can't disguise the wheezing in his speech. Nor is he interested in losing contact with her now that she lies against him. In case she thinks to check his drip, he lays his heavy hand on her back to pin her to his chest.]

I wish I could remember it! What a story I would have. I'll apologize to your assistants as soon as I am able, but the first apology goes to you. I brought chaos into your surgery and for that, I am sorry.

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[ His laugh was as boisterous as ever and her lips quirk in an exasperated little smile when he's clearly hurt himself, her touch moving from his chest up to the tense muscles of his injured shoulder, settling into a gentle knead where she can reach before her hand hits the cast.
His hand is a heavy warmth on her back and it soothes her even as she frets over him. Really, she's glad he didn't remember; she won't voice it, but he had scared her as well. Clamps on his arteries, skin and muscle pried open to work on his shoulder... one wrong move and he could have injured himself beyond repair. ]

They'll appreciate it, I'm sure. Even moreso if you bring them chocolate and gifts. They're almost as easily swayed as I am.

[ All it took to soothe Angela was his laugh; she'll rest her cheek against his chest where he can see her, though, and smile softly at his apology. ]

You don't need to apologize; nothing came of it and you're taken care of now. That's all that matters.

[ She'll lean up to kiss his cheek again, a little higher, lingering a little longer. She can hear the pain in his voice as clearly as she knows he won't take anything for it. She'll just have to get creative then. ]

Is there anything I can do to help you take your mind off the pain? I'm afraid I'll be keeping you here a few days, but you can come stay with me afterwards.

[Reinhardt is a man who's easy to please on the average. That is why, when he thinks about what would most take his mind off of his pain, he imagines a fried sausage sliced and then slathered in spiced ketchup and an order of french fries tossed into a small paper basket. Curry wurst, in all its greasy, smelly glory, is German fast food at its finest, and he can't think of anything else he'd rather eat while recovering. Except, perhaps—and he has yet to divulge this sweet preference to his comrades—an ice cream sundae. It's a treat they can share if she feels inclined to indulge him, because he fully intends to leave with her when he's recovered enough.

One long, thoughtful look at her kind face and he forgets the bratwurst and curry ketchup entirely. He lifts his hand from her back, briefly touching her shoulder as he does, and then gingerly brushes his fingers down her cheek. A charming, flirtatious smile accompanies his playful request.]

I would be happy to go home with you! But until then, I think I could use another kiss. They are miracle cures on their own.

[ For a request as simple as an ice cream sundae? Angela would help him buy the whole shop to have at his convenience if he wished of it, and she'd laugh the whole time while trying to hide it behind her hand. At least he seems to be considering her offer, and the slide of his hand up her back has her propping herself up against his chest, tipping her face into his touch as her lashes flutter closed for a long moment.

When she opens them again it's to his smile, warm and charming and all too convincing as her hand covers his at her cheek. ]

Let me get you a prescription, then.

[ Her fingertips trace nonsense letters in the back of his hand even as she leans in, pressing a kiss to his nose before a chaste one is pressed to his lips, slipping her way up against his side and continuing her massage at his shoulder, the curve of his neck. ]

[Just a kiss would have been enough, but she plays along too, responding to his flirting with a quip of her own. He has just enough time to snicker before her lips land on his nose, then drop lower to meet his. It should be enough for a man just out of surgery, but Reinhard is unsatisfied. Not even her soothing touch is enough to placate him. His fingertips glide over her cheekbone as she slip behind her head and into her hair.]

I think I feel it working. But-

[He loses a bit of his cool, the additional banter in his head bringing forth a premature rasp of laughter. He clears his throat, collects himself and presses on.]

Maybe you should double the dosage, just to be safe.

[ He always had been the top of the "class" in stamina and even at his age with his armor breaking down, Reinhardt still topped out on energy as well. That he's getting a little spicy and teasing her even with the anesthetics still coursing through him? Yeah, she isn't surprised. Even when she'd pulled away she's close enough for their noses to touch, bangs falling over his scar as the ends of her ponytail curl over her ear and hang on desperately. One little jolt and that too would upend over her head, soft against his brow.

Her neck stretches as her head tips beneath his touch, arching up into him like a cat. ]

Is that so? Peculiar; the effect is usually quite potent.

[ She can't contain the grin that flashes her teeth at his laugh, the further suggestion, but she's content enough to oblige and linger longer this time, the tip of her tongue tracing his lip before dragging it in between her teeth in a gentle scrape, nuzzling into him. Her massage persists at his neck, fingertips tracing strong chords of muscle down to his collarbone, over the gown she'd had to cut open to fit his arms through, passing over a nipple before settling on his stomach. ]

[Reinhardt's approval echoes in the growl rolling through his chest. Part of his top lip curls up and bares a portion of his teeth too, discernible evidence of his increasing sensitivity. He eagerly chases her lips while his fingers tangle thoughtlessly in her hair, disturbing her ponytail. Her tumbling hair catches him by surprise and momentarily interrupts his pursuit, but he recovers swiftly. He nips teasingly at her lips and soothes the gentle bites with his tongue, then trails softer kisses to the side of her chin.

Because despite his devotion to honor and glory, Reinhardt isn't without his vices. Angela must know his fondness for marking by now. It's rivaled only by his fondness for being marked. The discoloration of skin is a badge worthy of pride, an intimate emblem he prefers to keep hidden. Her throat is tempting but he refrains for a better plan. An obvious one too, as he simultaneously eyes her chest and seeks the hem of her top, then the hooks of her bra, with his good hand.]

Ah, I already feel it kicking in. Amazing!

[ Reinhardt has always been a biter and it left her lips flushed and full, sensitive to all his further ministrations in a pleasing ache that she could never get enough of, thinning out a soft moan on her breath. The flop of hair seems to startle him and there's a huff of a laugh against his mouth when the heat of the kiss dies down and his lips trail down her jaw, earning a hum as she reaches up to do away with her hair tie to let him have her mane.

Angela's scarcely started to stroke his stomach when she sees his line of sight settle further down, to the press of her breasts against his chest while thick fingers find the hem of her top and go straight for her bra. The thrill of it races through her and she has to remind herself he's a man just out of surgery hooked up to a heart monitor, and she'll reach over to press the "Do Not Disturb" and "Doctor Present" buttons on the machine before anyone comes racing in. That had been done away with in a very politically correct manner for most areas of the hospital; too many lawsuits over breaches of privacy even for as silly a thing as it had been in the past. Hospitals and clinics are a place of rest and no one should be getting frisky in them, yet here they were, one practiced pinch of strong fingers and her bra loosens, taking a moment to break away from an attentive mouth to shed her wrap-style scrub top and let gravity do the work with her open bra, straps slipping off her shoulders and cups desperately clinging onto her front. One little nudge is all it'll take to remove that final barrier and she'll let him have the honors, reaching to hit the button adjusting the head of the bed up and climbing on with him properly, easing one leg over a thick waist, hands settling back on his stomach and stroking, working up to his chest and kneading heavy muscle until she can lean up into him and press a kiss to his forehead, fingers carding through thick white hair.

Just as Reinhardt has always been an attentive lover, so too has Angela been an affectionate one, cradling his head to her sternum and making all the arrangements to give him what he wants. ]

This miracle cure of ours is impressive, but I think we should further test it before sharing it with the world, don't you think? There must be better application sites, no?

[The increasing slope of the bed comes as a happy surprise. For all the times he has ended up in a hospital bed, he would never have thought to raise himself. This might prevent further trauma while he's on the mend, if only by a percentage. Her mindfulness balances his exuberance. This, and her willingness to join him in this running joke, endears her to him all the more.

Reinhardt saves his response and, laughing, gently noses the skin between her breasts. He's tender at first, mouthing at her flesh while holding his grin at bay. The exploratory caresses of his lips turn into calculated bites that pinch and sucking that coaxes blood to the surface. His tongue swipes over each blemish he leaves behind until he's decorated her with three, two on her right and one on her left. He follows the curve of her left breast to her nipple, where his nibbling comes to an end. His attention is merciful but no less self-indulgent as he circles it with his lips and tongue.

He makes time to answer her now, a rascally smile across his face when he draws away.]

Do you have one in mind?

[ Angela's always done her best to make things easy on her patients, let alone her lion. It made it easier for him to reach her and would give him a view a little later, plus it kept his arm elevated; no matter how one looked at it, things were advantageous for him. His beard tickles the sensitive skin of her breasts when he nuzzles his nose between them— nails rake along his scalp slowly, letting a little mewl out with the first nip, his teeth pinching gently before he laves hot muscle over the flushed spot, soothing.

Her brow rests against the top of his head as she watches him leave his mark on her chest over and over again, a breathless little groan slipping out on the third before his teeth skim down to her nipple and she wants nothing more than for him to take it in his mouth, back arching up into his lips when he stops to answer her and she has to steady her breathing. ]

I have a few ideas, but I won't interrupt.

[ She says this and yet she's shifting back to roll her hips down into him, seeking the shape of him beneath her. The gown and thin blankets of the bed did little to create a barrier between them, but it just meant it would be that much easier to get access to him when they're ready. Her hands run through his hair once more, fingers fluttering over the tails curling up at his nape before stroking down over his neck, smoothing over his shoulders, then ghosting along the shape of his cast until she can brush over his bare fingers and move to press kisses to each one, gentle. Her other catches his hand at her hip and guides it up to her chest, pushing one breast up in quiet request for his attentions. ]

( ooc: starter is a mismash of a bunch of prompts 3 + 8 + 16?? and whatever else catches your eye if you want! dissidia-setting style! yuna and vaan's first meeting perhaps in earlier cycles? :3c

some of her memories had come back to her by now, and although most of the details were still a bit foggy, she knew what she had to do. she had managed to make it to sanctuary without too many problems this time, and as such, looked as though she was one of the first to arrive.

she had only woken a short time ago, perhaps that was true of the others as well...

after awhile the sound of footsteps reached her, causing her to rise again and look out towards the source. )

Is... someone there?

[His sword dragged behind him, held in a barely there grip as Vaan more or less shuffled back to sanctuary. It was pathetic really, a mixture of limping and shuffling. He looked the part of a badly beaten warrior, cuts and bruises everywhere. There was a copper tang in his mouth, although he couldn't tell if that was from his nose or his chest. In fact, there wasn't much he could tell anymore.

His memory was fuzzy, more from his head injuries than anything else. His vision spun and blurred, his chest ached. A hacking cough sent him to his knees, his sword having been left behind somewhere by now. His eyelids drooped as consciousness threatened to leave, more of that metallic taste in his mouth and he tried very hard to focus on the voice he thought he heard. It sounded familiar. Why?

He groaned and pushed himself up, only to begin stumbling forward again. Stars and black spots filled his vision even as he saw what appeared to be a woman.]

...ngh...

( by the time she could make out the figure limping forward, yuna was already running towards the young man, moving to catch him in her arms as he stumbled forward. )

It's all right, you're— ( she did her best to support his weight, easing him to the ground gently as she studied his injuries... and his face. another warrior of cosmos, she was sure of it! ) ... You've made it to Sanctuary.

( trying to gently turn him so that she could better assess where exactly he was hurt, she moved to place his head in her lap, hoping he wouldn't fight the motions too much. ) I can help.

[Initially, Vaan did try to fight the arms around him but the soothing voice made him settle down a bit as he was made to lay down properly. His head rested on something soft and he tried desperately to keep his eyes open to see just who was here helping him.]

S-Sanct-uary? Y-Y'sure?

[He didn't know if his enemy would have followed him here. He was a warrior of cosmos, he remembered that much. But he didn't know who had battled him so suddenly like that, so viciously and ferociously. Although part of that could have been due to his jumbled memories as they had all just awoken not too long ago.]

Mm. ( was the gentle reply. with her own white sleeves she moved to pat at some of the blood that had zig-zagged down his face, careful not to rub too hard, but missing some of the portions that had already set in to dry. ) It will be all right. I'll take care of you.

( looking down his poor, battered form, yuna bit her lip — a habit she'd developed somewhere along the way in order to curb the worry that was usually painted plainly on her face. ) Tell me... if it hurts, all right? I'll be as gentle as I can.

( she moved to brush aside the vest that he wore, revealing open cuts and bruises that darkened in colour. as carefully as she could, she placed a hand over one that still actively bled, chanting her cura spell in hopes of sealing it. )

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[He felt the Cura spell wash over him, he sighed softly as the gash sealed over with the aid of her magicks. He was still hurt and quite a bit of pain, but having someone there tending to him made the situation just a little better.]

W-Wa's yer name?

[He knew he didn't have much time before he was going to pass out, he just hoped he remembered what she told him.]

M'Vaan.

( there was a faint smile at his stubborn attempt to keep awake. gently, she placed a hand atop his head, speaking softly— )

I'm Yuna. You can rest easy now, Vaan...

( and with that... she hoped he would find the mercy of unconsciousness.
and while he rested, the summoner got to work. working as swiftly as she could, she dressed his wounds, treating them with what little supplies she had. luckily there was more than enough cloth on her sleeves to tear into bandages for the worst of his cuts and scrapes.

when she was finally done, she found the sweet embrace of sleep as well, sitting in an obviously uncomfortable position by his side, obviously having fallen asleep mid-task... )

[It really wasn't long after Yuna gave him her name that he let himself fall into unconsciousness. When he did wake next, he was very sore and the pain was almost unbearable. But he pushed through it to try and collect himself, to remember what had happened.

He groaned as he struggled to sit up, his head on something soft originally. He sighed and gave up, finally opening his eyes and saw a girl asleep above him. His head was in her lap and she didn't look comfortable. He couldn't lift his body, but he could try to shake her a little. His arm felt incredibly stiff but he managed to work it to her arm, giving her a small shake. What was her name... oh!]

Yuna? Hey, Yuna... [Wow, was that his voice? Well, his throat did feel like he was deep in the desert right now.]

( blue and green eyes open slowly at the gesture, but widen when the world finally comes into focus. ) Oh! I... ( oh, he had still been in her lap all this time hadn't he? and she'd fallen asleep!

colour rushes to her cheeks as she squirms a little to inch herself away gently. ) H-how are you feeling?

[He couldn't exactly hide his disappointment at Yuna inching away but the girl no doubt needed to stretch. He pushed through his own pain, sitting up to take stock of himself. Many of the wounds were closed or close to closed, so his pain was probably from his deeper wounds. But he was clearly in the clear due to her magic.]

Better, thanks to you.

[It confirmed she had to also be a Warrior of Cosmos.]

What about you? You used a lot of magic.

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Took You In

Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

Kara Thrace || Battlestar Galactica || OTA

yuuki kuran ( vampire knight )

any preferred prompts?

Sonya Blade | Mortal Kombat | OTA

Rogue Chenney | Fairy Tail | OTA

giorno giovanna / jjba: va

Yukisada | Ice Scream | M/M

Ishida Mitsunari | Sengoku Basara | OTA

Yukikaze | 07-ghost | ota

mercy ( overwatch ) OTA!

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HOW DID I NOT ANSWER THIS ZOOMS BACK IN

Don't worry, I'm still here for this!

BLESS U

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GOD HE'S SUCH A PRECIOUS BEEF

WTS Reinhardt/Mercy icons

I HAVE EXACTLY ONE here it is again... I wanna see rein/mercy art period sob

That fanart is so precious. I will throw money at the Internet until it produces more

YES GOOD LET ME JOIN U makes it rain with our paychecks

Blake Belladonna | RWBY| OTA

yuna | final fantasy x + duodecim

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so sorry for delay... slight timeskip if that's cool?

That's fine! <3

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I fail I'm so sorry ._.;