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whump must flow

Nursed Back to Health
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Your character has either been injured/sick and had to be taken in (possibly against their will) or has been the one to help somebody like the former. Through the mending process, the two characters in a thread have fallen in love - or at least grown closer and more affectionate.
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Don't feed that to me.

[Because she doesn't believe it. He can dress it up in pretty words all he wants. She knows she's being unfair. Selfish, even. He has every right to pursue where he wants to go and really, who can blame him for wanting to leave the House of Hades? His father isn't exactly known for his generosity and it's not as if she hasn't heard Zagreus on the receiving end of his father's heated temperament.

She airs a scoff, transparent in its own way.]

It doesn't matter to me why you're doing it or why you think you're doing it. Just get it done and over with. The longer you stick around, the harder it gets for everyone else.

[Megaera leans onto a strong palm, lifting her chin. She's not looking at anything in particular. It just seems easier than looking at him. She knows she wouldn't be so volatile if she didn't care about him. What he wants is important to her. Doesn't feel that she can say it, but that's the truth. How she feels about it in the grand spectrum of things doesn't matter either.]

Not that I can speak for the others. Who the hell knows what they're thinking, not trying to talk some sense into you.

...I know. Just making trouble for everyone, to say nothing of the mounds of paperwork I'm generating, I'm sure. Me and my wanton ransacking and all.

[There's a wry sort of humor in his remark, dry as bone and flippant as a hot Asphodel breeze. He doesn't try to catch her attention, or shift around so that he's in her line of sight; instead, he shifts so he's facing in the opposite direction from her, like they'd be back-to-back if they were only aligned properly for it. The illusion of relaxing together, if only in appearances alone.]

It does matter to me, though, that you know. So there's no...ambiguity.

[He shrugs, then dips his head forward to rumple the fountain water through it again.]

No obligation on you to do anything with it, obviously. But I don't want you to think...well. You've heard me say what I said once. I won't make you put up with it a second time.

[...He has a point, actually. She didn't even consider the paperwork. There'd be some cruel irony in things if he was being forced to process his own papers. Sounds exactly like something he'd get stuck in.

The humour isn't lost on her, even if she doesn't outwardly show it.

Her attention slowly turns back onto him. He doesn't want her to think that he's doing any of this to intentionally spite her. Megaera assumes that's what he's getting at.]

What, are you trying to get my blessing? My seal of approval?

[Shaking her head, she looses a sigh before she reaches into the fountain to scoop up a portion of water between her hands. It's only meant to buy her some time to more properly figure out what to say. She'd love to say nothing at all, but she doesn't want him to justify himself to her. Because it isn't necessary.]

I'll only say this once. This is what you want, right? That's what matters to me. I don't have to like it. We both know that I don't.

Approval? Oh, no. I don't expect that from anyone.

[But, he thinks, he's wound up with what he was hoping for, probably. Meg's not the type to come out and say it, and he's got no quarrel with that. It's enough that she just sort of...sets it out for him to find, and walks away from it, and expects him to pick it up and comprehend it on his own time.]

...But it is. It is what I want. Not — not to leave, like I said. But to make it out. To get to...what I'm running towards. I want that.

[He laughs under his breath.]

You know, I don't relish us killing each other. But I like seeing you out there. You know, for the non-killing parts of it.

[He doesn't want to leave, but he wants to make it out. Meg doesn't get it. He doesn't make any damn sense. Her expression betrays as much—befuddlement, no shortage of uncertainty, and that's all buried in with her more complicated sentiments where Zagreus is involved. She has a thought to ask for more details, but decides rather easily that it wouldn't matter if she understood or not.

Or maybe it would matter and she just doesn't want it to. She's as befuddled by herself as she is by him.]

I was under the impression that usually when we see each other, it's because we're killing one another. Not like we're going on dates or anything.

[After a moment's consideration, Megaera continues.] I guess they're unorthodox dates. At least the killing is temporary. We always come back, so it's not really killing. It's more like a minor inconvenience.

There's usually a very pleasant window of about thirty seconds or so. Always a delight.

[He stretches his legs out in the fountain, making the water ripple as he gives them a little kick. By now he's mostly just wasting time; the fountain has long since rejuvenated him, and at this point it's only a matter of time before one or both of them remarks on it. But it doesn't feel like such a bad thing to keep up pretenses for the sake of staying around a little longer. They don't get to do this very often, and it's strangely nice.]

Sooo, I'll...keep on minorly inconveniencing you, then? You're open to that. Right?

[If her mind wasn't still turning with the things he isn't saying or trying to figure out what he actually means, she might point out that he can be moving along anytime now. Instead, she's still puzzling over the various things he's shared. Maybe Alecto knocked him around more than she initially realised.

The way he asks provokes a lift of her brow as she offers a sidelong glance.]

Did you just ask permission to kill me. I'm pretty sure you don't need that.

[Her posture shifts just so she can lift her hands to busy herself. She pulls her hair free from the way she's got it pulled up, but it's only to gradually bunch it together all over again. Presumably with the intention to put it right back.]

I'm in a contract, you know. I don't get to decline you inconveniencing me. If you're trying to be clever, knock it off, and just be straight with me. I hate playing games.

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