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Get your week started with some ship prompts

Ship
Prompts

Leave a blank top level with your character's info and your prefs
in the subject line. Or write something in the top level, I can't stop you,
I'm not even your real dad.
Other people will leave a prompt (a
quote, pic/gif, lyric, link, smoke signal, whatever) because they want to
play some shippy shit with your character.
You tailor your reply
based on their prompts.
It's a prompt meme, do I have to explain
more?
Thread and be merry.

To link p. much anything:

To directly embed an image into your comment (don't be a dick and embed
nsfw or gory pictures, for real tho):

To unleash your full prententious potential and make your quotes/lyrics
~a e s t h e t i c~:

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Ragnarok compliant ]

one, two, three, four, five

[ Open to pretty much anything. Marvels especially loved - bonus points for ones that would be considered "cracky" crossovers like the Avengers or serious, street-level heroes. ]

1 | 2 | 3 | 4

mirrors
a moment
escaping a party
with our teeth
battle couple (action threads 100% welcome!)

(...or bring your own! Interested in canon and cross, but in the malleable protag dept I'd prefer Hawkes or Wardens I've previously shipped with. Happy to play her from any point in her timeline, jamjars fine.)

[f/f, modern also available]

1

2

Edited (I suck at life. Sorry) 2017-11-15 01:13 (UTC)

[f/f]

( canon & crosscanon welcome! )

Edited 2017-11-13 22:58 (UTC)

[ canon and cross canon welcome as long as they're 25+! ]

Edited 2017-11-14 20:13 (UTC)

“Passion has little to do with euphoria and everything to do with patience. It is not about feeling good. It is about endurance. Like patience, passion comes from the same Latin root: pati. It does not mean to flow with exuberance. It means to suffer.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

one, two, three, four, five

Medicine was never going to be the easiest profession - hell, Ray had known that well before ever deciding to make the transition from firefighting to medical school. In his time, he had seen plenty of things that most people would never dream of, tragedy included.

But today - today had been particularly tough. A particularly tough shift, exacerbated with an unthinkable loss, and ... they'd done their best, the nurses, the other doctors, Ray ... there just hadn't been anything that could have been done. And although he was off-shift, all he could do for the time being was duck into an unused room - a miracle, given how busy the hospital always was - shrug out of his lab coat, and collapse heavily onto the floor wiping tiredly at exhausted eyes.

He knew it was going to be difficult. Just perhaps not this difficult.

Trinity Emmanuel was constantly busy and Marlo’s superiors were always telling her where to go. When she was lucky, this meant being with Ray or even one of the other students she got along with, but today she had been working her shift alone. It didn’t escape her notice, though, when Ray slipped off on his own to an unused room. She quietly took her patient’s vitals and finished her job at that moment, smiling politely as she excused herself and placed the patient’s chart where it belonged. Only then did she trail after Ray to check up on him.

“Hey,” She pulled the curtain behind her so that no one could see in through the glass door. It wasn’t that she was planning on doing anything scandalous, she simply sensed that this was a situation that called for privacy.

Crouching, she found herself more on his level, able to look him in the face more easily. “What happened?”

And that was how it was going to be until they were no longer students anymore. It did grate on Ray's nerves from time to time, but it was all a part of the process. Truly, he was grateful for the guidance and education from some of the best doctors the country had to offer.

Today, that wasn't the issue. Today, that wasn't the cause of this mini-breakdown, if indeed that is what it was.

At the sound of the door opening, Ray looked up sharply, preparing to curtly inform the trespasser that he'd rather be alone. But once he realized that it was Marlo, his irrational anger subsided enough to wearily welcome her near.

"Kid on a bike versus car", he answered, an exhaustion and a regret coloring it so. "Car won."

“Oh, Ray…” Marlo frowned sympathetically. Seeing people die was one of the more difficult hardships of this line of work. It was a hard truth that you couldn’t save everyone, but to see the most innocent of all human beings suffer was the worst pain of all. Of course children sometimes die, but it was extremely hard to watch. As a doctor, you had to keep your wits about you, try not to show just how much that kind of thing affected you. This time it had obviously cut Ray a little too deeply.

She wrapped an arm around him and slumped onto the floor next to him. Marlo let out a sigh. Ray was undoubtedly the best doctor in their class, something she never admitted to. This had to have made this child’s death more difficult.

“I’m sure you did everything you could.”

It was to be expected, given their chosen career, but that hardly meant that it would ever be easy, or that they'd ever get used to it. But some patients were beyond saving, no matter how hard they tried. Realistically, Ray knew he shouldn't let it affect him so deeply, but no matter how much he told himself that, he still felt like he'd failed.

He welcomed Marlo's presence, though, and leaned heavily against her side once she'd taken a seat next to him, quiet as he soaked in her warmth, her understanding, and how easily she offered it to him.

It helped.

"There was really nothing to be done, but - we tried. We had to try."

“I know,” Marlo sighed quietly. She didn’t have any words of wisdom for Ray, though she wished that she did. Truthfully, she was just as new at this as he was and being so green she lacked the ability to dole out sage advice. Marlo was, however, a kind soul. She could offer a shoulder to lean on. “I know you wanted to save him, Ray, but sometimes it’s just impossible. It’s not your fault.”

The last part of her statement seemed especially important to her. She really wanted to drive that point home. The last thing Marlo wanted was for Ray to blame himself for a patient’s death. Marlo knew from personal experience how something like that could haunt a person.

She reached for his hand and slipped her fingers in with his so they interlocked and gave it a gentle squeeze. Sometimes all people needed was a simple, reassuring touch. Marlo didn’t know exactly what Ray needed, but she was putting out feelers to find out. Whatever it was, she would be there for him to provide it.

Marlo didn't have to offer anything more than she already was - the words weren't as important as the actions, although Ray did appreciate hearing that it hadn't been his fault. He knew that, logically. He knew that the kid had been beyond saving well before the paramedics wheeled him into the ER. That didn't mean that the loss didn't hurt, though. If he'd been given just a few extra minutes, a few more moments to try to work some medical magic, maybe a family wouldn't be without their son tonight.

It helped, though, hearing those words from her. It helped knowing that he wasn't alone.

And if the way he squeezed her fingers in return, or the soft little sigh he uttered, or even the way his shoulders relaxed and slumped almost imperceptibly was any indication, her calming presence was enough to help in ways even Ray hadn't known he needed.

"... What time do you get off tonight?"

Maybe he had her beat in medicine, but Marlo rivaled Ray in perceptiveness. She picked up on the little signs, the way he seemed to relax in her presence. It was a relief, to be honest. The last thing she wanted was for him to keep torturing himself. That wasn’t good for a person. If there was one person in her life that she thought deserved happiness, it was Ray.

“Um, I think I just need to start a couple of heparin locks for new arrivals and then I’m free. We’re short on nurses tonight.”

She tilted her head a little bit so that she could see his face more easily and smiled slightly, showing him a little warmth. “Did you feel like company? Because I’m good at providing company.”

Truthfully, she didn’t want him to be alone with his thoughts, sitting and stewing and wondering what could have been if he’d gotten to the boy earlier or had better tools or this or that… She didn’t want Ray to suffer more than he already had. Marlo would get those IV’s started and hurry back to him if that was what he wanted.

For as competitive as Ray was, he could recognize the fact that Marlo was just as good as he was - or close enough. At the moment, though, he was clearly a mess, and in need of the reassurance that she was so readily offering him. He was grateful, even if he didn't know how to put it into words just quite yet.

Ray nodded his understanding, again grateful for the smile that she offered, the compassion and empathy he could clearly read in her expression, the comfort that she didn't have to share with him when he knew that she had her own worries, as well.

But the offer is a tough one to refuse, and ... truth be told, Ray didn't want to be alone, either. Gently, he squeezed their linked fingers, and breathed out slowly. "If you're not busy, or - or have other plans, I really wouldn't mind the company."