[superhell pcs] thancred

[voidshift]

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[voidshift]

You'd better not. On both counts.

[he still doesn't want to die-- he just doesn't want to be sacrificed for, either.]

[onlythans]

Let's make a bargain of it, then. Sturdier than a mere promise, since you'll owe me something in return. Fair?

[voidshift]

Fair, depending on what you want to be owed.

[always clarify the terms beforehand.]

[onlythans]

Remind me of the perks of living. And of fighting to have them again.

[a couple smooches wouldn't hurt either probably]

[voidshift]

If you need the reminders that badly, you're worse off than I thought.

[the smooches can be negotiated.]

...fine. I'll consider it a deal.

[onlythans]

Mm. A deal, then.

[He reaches up, winding one of Ryn's tendrils of hair around his finger.]

Now, back to that bit you were saying before, about the things I want to offer you...

[voidshift]

[oh, that move's a little bolder than normal-- one ear flicks.

he thinks he likes it, honestly.]

Oh? What about them?

[onlythans]

I suppose I wonder how curious you are to find out.

[voidshift]

Is this an offer to take my mind off things?

[onlythans]

Something like that. Don't think I don't expect you to fight it every step of the way, either — the more you cease to be upset, and resume being a brat.

[voidshift]

Calling someone a brat as a way to get something is a new one to me. What happened to flattery?

[onlythans]

What happened to flattery, indeed. I can recall dispensing rather a lot of it, but you seem less inclined to return the favor.

'Tis a fine line between shyness and reluctance, and when I can't tell the difference, I assume the latter.

[voidshift]

Oh, you're offended that you haven't been flattered sufficiently.

[he's settled in with his legs crossed, at some point-- elbow propped on his knee, chin in his palm.]

That was impressive, last night. Handling a giant sword with two knives.

[onlythans]

There is something rather satisfying about being appreciated by my attractive comrades, I won't deny it.

[Hm. Cute.]

Ah, you were watching our little spectacle, then?

[voidshift]

Of course I was. Hard to miss.

[thancred you were fighting at the onsen.

after a moment, though, he pivots right to:]

Are you all right, after that?

[onlythans]

...Well.

[looks down at the big ugly bruise emblazoned square across the middle of his chest.]

Nav throws a punch like a runaway behemoth. I'm fairly certain I felt something rattle, taking that one.

[voidshift]

[he shifts, reaching out, gloved fingertips gently touching that bruise. barely enough to make contact.]

Not enough to rattle out of place, I hope.

[onlythans]

[Mmmmmmmm. His lips part a fraction, drawing in a slow breath at the care inherent in the touch.]

I did feel something. Difficult to say whether it was real, or merely a powerful memory. Having not observed any ill effects yet today, I was ready to assume it was the latter.

[voidshift]

No pushing yourself, then, until you can tell for sure. Where?

[he keeps his hand where it is; he doesn't want to press on the bruise, but he does move his hand to feel around it, applying gentle pressure to make sure nothing seems to be fractured or otherwise damaged.]

[onlythans]

When she struck my chest, the feeling of it. It reminded me of how I died.

[He's breathing slowly, more shallow than deep, but the plane of his chest still swells and recedes with air every time he draws in and releases it.]

Pressure to the center, and an ache around the heart.

[voidshift]

And no pain since then except for the bruise...? If it isn't recurring, it might have just been a reminder, but tell me if you feel it again.

[he removes his gloves, then rests his hand flat over his heart, taking the other to press a thumb against his wrist. one more quick check.]

[onlythans]

[Oh. Well. Not that he's one to invite being fussed over, necessarily, but there's something familiar in the way Ryn does it. The way he can almost imagine a tender art thou in need of healing offered up alongside it. There's no cool wash of healing aether, only dry skin against his own damp limbs, but he could call up the memory of it if he tried.

The fact that his pulse has quickened a bit probably doesn't have anything to do with an erratic heartbeat, however.]

You're welcome to check me over more thoroughly, if you're so inclined.

[the way he says it, it's hard to tell whether that's a serious medical offer or not.]

[voidshift]

You're sure about that? I can be very thorough.

[but he shakes his head, letting his hand drop from his chest, holding his wrist more loosely.]

-no, I'm satisfied enough with this. Seems fine for now-- unless you meant that differently?

[onlythans]

Really? You've never struck me as the type to be easily satisfied.

[He smiles faintly.]

No, no, I think you'd better. I'd not have you harboring doubts about my physical fitness, hereafter.

[voidshift]

Oh, I'm not. You'll have to keep working if you want me to stay that way.

[but- hmm. he considers, his thumb rubbing lazily over thancred's wrist.]

Suppose you might have to prove that fitness to me after all.