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bakerstreet2021-01-18 03:05 pm
mirrormirrormeme) wrote in bakerstreet2021-01-18 03:05 pm
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Nursed back to health - and a little something more!
shipping meme 
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[Part of his canon, really. Modernised, it can be anything from stupid accident to stupid fight.]
[ Gwen patching him up after a stupid accident or fight, y/n? ]
[ would you be interested in playing against a margaery? i was thinking a pacific rim setting that takes place after they've managed to close the rift and he needs to get his physicals checked or could be right after he loses his brother and is in intensive recovery? would also be good with them just being friends or having a will-they-won't-they sort of relationship! ]
[YESSSS i love me some hurt/comfort!! kaiba can play either role, though he'll be a bit reluctant as the injured party.]
[ Given the recent string of disappearances across Fuyuki, it’s not as common to see people wandering around alone after sunset as it used to be, and it’s even rarer for teenage girls to be out on their own after dark. The news broadcasts, the whispers around town, make it sound like there’s something dangerous afoot, and... well.
Maybe that’s why there’s something decidedly eerie about the way that Sakura is carrying herself as she follows her familiar route home, putting one foot in front of the other like she’s in a daze. Or, maybe it’s the splotch of blood that has soaked into the sleeve of her otherwise-pristine uniform blouse.
Considering the state of her clothes and how late it’s gotten, it would’ve been in her best interest, probably, to make it home without running into anyone. But, she’s not quite lucky enough for that, apparently.
Despite how sparsely-populated the streets are, she manages to collide with someone, and— ]
... I’m sorry.
[ Sakura glances up at his face, and a quiet sort of recognition registers in the back of her mind, like she’s seen this person before, somewhere. In the paper? Or on TV? She can’t quite put her finger on it...
Regardless, though, when she tilts her head up to look at Kaiba, it’s clear that she’s been through... something. There’s a cut on her lip, a streak of blood and grime across her cheek, and her eyes are dark and glassy. ]
Um—
[ With that half-hearted apology said, she should probably go, shouldn’t she? But, for some reason, her feet feel like they’ve been glued to the ground.
Just... give her a minute. ]
Maybe that’s why there’s something decidedly eerie about the way that Sakura is carrying herself as she follows her familiar route home, putting one foot in front of the other like she’s in a daze. Or, maybe it’s the splotch of blood that has soaked into the sleeve of her otherwise-pristine uniform blouse.
Considering the state of her clothes and how late it’s gotten, it would’ve been in her best interest, probably, to make it home without running into anyone. But, she’s not quite lucky enough for that, apparently.
Despite how sparsely-populated the streets are, she manages to collide with someone, and— ]
... I’m sorry.
[ Sakura glances up at his face, and a quiet sort of recognition registers in the back of her mind, like she’s seen this person before, somewhere. In the paper? Or on TV? She can’t quite put her finger on it...
Regardless, though, when she tilts her head up to look at Kaiba, it’s clear that she’s been through... something. There’s a cut on her lip, a streak of blood and grime across her cheek, and her eyes are dark and glassy. ]
Um—
[ With that half-hearted apology said, she should probably go, shouldn’t she? But, for some reason, her feet feel like they’ve been glued to the ground.
Just... give her a minute. ]
I TOTALLY DIDN'T TAG YOU IN TWO PLACES... whistles innocently
neutronblast
- 2021-01-22 19:22 (UTC) - Expandme: look i did a tag! my phone: lol let me make it better for u! notifs: let me tell u for 2 days
menaretrash
- 2021-01-27 23:13 (UTC) - Expandnotifs still broken, sky still blue, grass still green, etc.
neutronblast
- 2021-01-27 23:51 (UTC) - Expand[Interested in another Vegas-based restauranteur? Maybe some sort of kitchen accident?]
[ he has only one thought as he drags larus' body across the floors of the empty club, towards the entrance that leads to the cellars beneath the building. one fervently angry thought.
he's not letting larus die for him.
two thoughts: he's not letting anyone die for him.
he calls for oksana when he reaches the top of the stairs. larus' body is heavy, and while he suspects he can take more than a few knocks to the head, he'd rather not drag his body down the stone steps and get blood everywhere. right now it's somewhat contained, the slick, dark liquid soaking through the fabric of his shirt and bleeding over to his jacket. vampire bodies are a curious phenomenon, and casimir has never examined one up close like this. at least not one that was still living.
if living is the correct term.
oksana appears to heft larus' legs up while casimir secures his grip beneath his slack arms. she asks who he is, and casimir sees no reason to lie, even when she gives him a look that he's fairly certain could singe his hair. but even so, their steps remain in tandem. they've been through enough together at this point that she would trust casimir even if he was dragging in a wild boar with a flowery bonnet on its head.
casimir throws down an old banket over a pile of cushions before they set larus down. he's pale, paler than when casimir had first met him not long ago. just the sight of him sends anger sparking through him once again. larus had shoved him out of the way of an attacking vampire so hard that something in casimir's shoulder cracked when he'd hit the brick wall behind him. it's screaming with agony now, but casimir ignores it, instead sliding a knife from his sleeve and then shedding his coat, dropping down beside larus as he cuts a line down the inside of his forearm. larus is not seeing his second death tonight. not for him.
he pushes the gash against larus' soft mouth, letting his blood smear across his cold lips. oksana unsheathes a large blade, but casimir shakes his head and tells her to make sure nadia doesn't come in. the door thuds shut behind her when she leaves, and casimir braces himself over larus, his long hair spilling over his shoulder to brush against larus' cheek. ]
Drink. Just enough that you won't die. [ there's a flash of white as he grins. ] Don't make me open that hole in your chest any wider. Your heart might fall for me.
he's not letting larus die for him.
two thoughts: he's not letting anyone die for him.
he calls for oksana when he reaches the top of the stairs. larus' body is heavy, and while he suspects he can take more than a few knocks to the head, he'd rather not drag his body down the stone steps and get blood everywhere. right now it's somewhat contained, the slick, dark liquid soaking through the fabric of his shirt and bleeding over to his jacket. vampire bodies are a curious phenomenon, and casimir has never examined one up close like this. at least not one that was still living.
if living is the correct term.
oksana appears to heft larus' legs up while casimir secures his grip beneath his slack arms. she asks who he is, and casimir sees no reason to lie, even when she gives him a look that he's fairly certain could singe his hair. but even so, their steps remain in tandem. they've been through enough together at this point that she would trust casimir even if he was dragging in a wild boar with a flowery bonnet on its head.
casimir throws down an old banket over a pile of cushions before they set larus down. he's pale, paler than when casimir had first met him not long ago. just the sight of him sends anger sparking through him once again. larus had shoved him out of the way of an attacking vampire so hard that something in casimir's shoulder cracked when he'd hit the brick wall behind him. it's screaming with agony now, but casimir ignores it, instead sliding a knife from his sleeve and then shedding his coat, dropping down beside larus as he cuts a line down the inside of his forearm. larus is not seeing his second death tonight. not for him.
he pushes the gash against larus' soft mouth, letting his blood smear across his cold lips. oksana unsheathes a large blade, but casimir shakes his head and tells her to make sure nadia doesn't come in. the door thuds shut behind her when she leaves, and casimir braces himself over larus, his long hair spilling over his shoulder to brush against larus' cheek. ]
Drink. Just enough that you won't die. [ there's a flash of white as he grins. ] Don't make me open that hole in your chest any wider. Your heart might fall for me.
[ gen - ota. shipping - m/m leaning. canon. canon divergent. au. etc. anyway. role - injured/fell sick on some solo mission probably, since if he found someone else in a similar state he'd just bring them to the school's actual doctor... open to discuss ideas here or via pm. ]
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