Comment with your character, preferences, preferred role, and any information you'd like to include.
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.
[bro this is what happens when you take the tankbuster ALL BY YOURSELF
BRO]
Can we agree to not yet again pull this self-sacrificial nonsense?
[It's a mixed thing; being terse with Thancred is unfair, probably, considering the man will literally throw himself into a Situation to ensure the survival of his friends, and it's not like Obsidian is any better. He is grateful in that way, but on the other hand he's had about enough of people dying or nearly perishing for his own life.
He pulls out a potion, offering it up before he's looking over the wounds with a scowl. It's times like these that he does berate himself quietly for lacking any real skill in healing, and maybe so many things would be different if he'd just try--
But there's nothing to be done about the past, just time to move forward.]
( you got a pref for these two? i do want pete to have tiny victories sometimes. 🥲 could also do a diff au from the usual is you wanna mix things up a little more! )
[ probably the one to find you and decide to nurse ya back to health instead of letting their worms eat you. maybe you seem interesting? no romance probably. ]
[She was studying to become a nurse at one point before her life blew up, so she's well prepared to help! As a patient, she's...less ideal. Either role works, or mutual healing is great too! OTA, cross canon, other OCs, assumed CR, etc.]
[ annoying as hell, having one of their best on the ground bleeding. it kind of makes ryoshu sick, in the same vein that it gets her excited. seeing the blood spill out of the fresh slit in their stomach is exhilarating, and yet she can't focus on that right now — because dante isn't here to revive, so she can't enjoy this.
shaking her head slightly, she presses both palms of her hands against the fresh wound on hong lu's stomach. more blood gushes out. of course. that's natural.
she's got to ignore that. ]
... You might die.
[ she pipes in as she applies more pressure. she's not great at this, but she at least knows what to do. she really wishes dante were here instead so she can enjoy hong lu slowly bleeding out rather than dealing with it. grumbling in the back of her throat, she knows this will all go over better if she tears off some fabric to wrap round the wound. but does she want to do that for hong lu or not is the question...
hm. ]
Any last words?
[ she says as she abruptly removes her hands from his wounds, only to be distracted by how brightly soaked in red they are. it's a beautiful color, really. ]
[ So, this could be going better. It would have before the fall, or even the little part right after the fall before all their corpsmen got shot in the head, one after another like the wrath of God come to punish them for all their sins. Now they make do with scavenged supplies and scavenged training, the shit half-remembered from the survival handbook and what Pope made them in the aftermath. They've all been tested. They're still alive, and their enemies aren't. Their enemies are lying dead and broken on the ground six miles back.
Most of them, anyway. There are always others. And now they're finally stopped to catch their breath, him and Shaw, the others scattered.
Could be worse. Could be a lot better, though.
Carver tugs his mask off with a groan. Some motherfucker nearly broke his arm with a baseball bat, so that was fun. But Shaw, something's wrong with Shaw. HE can tell. ]
[A little rusty so apologies. OTA for gen, 21+ F/M for ships. Current canon point is Episode 3 of Revelations 2 so an older Claire (around 32). Open to any and all AUs, canon and crosscanon.]
There's a woman who doesn't look like she's doing too well near by. At first he doesn't venture close but the rook who had been settled on his shoulder, takes flight and comes to land next to her.
Daye blinks, shrugs and proceeds to follow his bird.
"Are you okay?" His voice is softer than you might expect, but it doesn't hold fear. Confusion maybe, as he can tell she's not someone who would normally be under his care, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try and help anyway.
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