Some h/c makes the world go round...

[storebror]

A helping hand is all I need
a gen hurt&comfort meme

▸ when posting, say if you'd prefer your partner to be be the one who's hurt, the one who comforts, or if you're good with both roles. Add any details that seem useful re: how good are they at this? ◂
▸ state if you're fine with crosscanon, assumed CR, au... ◂
▸ ... and also state any other preferences ◂
▸ when responding, rng for relationship, setting, type of hurt and when it happened... or not. It's up to you! ◂
▸ tag around ◂

Relationship

1. Strangers.
2. Friends.
3. Colleagues.
4. Enemies.
5. Family.
6. Wildcard

Setting

1. An everyday street or park in a city.
2. A disaster zone.
3. A social event.
4. The middle of nowhere, far away from all civilization.
5. At home.
6. Wildcard

Type of hurt

1. Minor physical injury.
2. Betrayal, rejection, or another emotional hurt.
3. Mental trauma.
4. Major physical injury.
5. Grief.
6. Wildcard

When?

1. The cause of the hurt is still ongoing as the scene starts.
2. The hurt just occurred.
3. It's an old wound, but something tore it open once again.
4. It's been festering for hours, or days, or years...
5. Wildcard

Comments

[herotales]

[There. At long last, a flash of a smile; the sight of it makes her feel a little better, even as the thought of the corpses continues to turn her stomach.]

Take me inside. I want to sit on something more comfortable than a wagon seat while you tell me about it.

[ananym]

As you wish.

Though I must warn you. The castle is still a mess.

[herotales]

If this is your way of getting smug, again, about how I dragged it here and the condition it was in when it arrived —

[read: when she broke it]

— then I will thank you to keep it to yourself. Because I did not do anything. Still! That fact has not changed.

[ananym]

I will feign complete ignorance then.

[ but he'll be thinking it. ]

[herotales]

Oh, be quiet and let's go in. Terrible.

[As she nudges him toward the doors, she shifts from holding his hand by the fingers to loosely wrapping her arm around his, the way she remembers doing a month ago, before they left.]

[ananym]

[ it feels comfortable in the face of the atrocity he committed at the front. no apology was demanded, though alucard can tell she was uncomfortable with it. he could be better. he has been better.

but it is hard to summon up better in the face of pain. ]

The kitchen should be clean at least.

[herotales]

Good. Trevor can catch up when he is done playing with his tree or whatever it is he thinks is so important.

[Not that she's sorry to have a little time alone with Alucard, regardless. Tempers have a tendency to flare when those two are mixed together, and she still has a bad feeling about the things Alucard has been through in the time they've been gone.]

I did not realize you would have much use for a kitchen, actually...

[ananym]

It is a common misconception.

We drink blood to survive, but not to live.