114. Terze [voiced]

[corrinesbell]

So.

[nothing about time. Nothing about being a prisoner for longer than she ever thought possible. ...Nothing at all to identify that this day is any different than the last.]

What's the best adventure you've ever been on?

[nothing but a resigned note in her already-tired voice. And the strangeness of the question.]

Comments

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I didn't stay out that night in that insanity. You came back a physical and mental wreck, can't say you didn't pick something up from that.

[corrinesbell]

You don't get sick just from stuff like that. ...Do you?

[she has blocked out those bits of her childhood actually.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

This is Luceti, hell if I know.

[corrinesbell]

[just go on babbling. Right about now she's regretting even the water but trying to hide it.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[trash can is next to the bed dear.]

[corrinesbell]

[No. She is determined not to get sick from just plain water]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Really don't feel good, huh?

[corrinesbell]

[shaking her head carefully 'no.' But she's been swinging back and forth like this for a couple days now]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

I suppose you don't wanna take a visit to the clinic, either?

[corrinesbell]

[she's pushing it by talking, but just a 'no' isn't gonna be good enough.]

Don't want 'em to keep me there.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Well, all right. If this keeps up I'll take you over, but I think I got this anyways.

[corrinesbell]

What're they gonna be able to do?

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Sprinkle magic fairy dust on you.

[corrinesbell]

Be...serious.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

They'll probably have a better idea of why you're sick than I do.

[corrinesbell]

[after a few more deep breaths and some concentration, Sheena sighs and rolls over to face him]

I think I'm okay for now.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Want me to stick around?

[corrinesbell]

...Yeah. If it's okay.

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

Psh, like I wouldn't be okay with it.

[corrinesbell]

[nods, and after a few silent seconds, shifts over so he has room]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He'll join her, but still let her have some space.

She has icky sick person germs a fever after all. He doesn't want to roast her with his own body heat.]

[corrinesbell]

[She notices him keeping his distance. It makes sense, really. ...At least he agreed to stay, she'll make herself comfortable and be satisfied with that.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[Eventually he'll just grumble to himself and scoot in closer, hell with it. If he gets sick, he'll just whine and take his revenge that way.]

[corrinesbell]

[with the way she curls up against him, he might be the one overheating.

And it wouldn't be revenge. She isn't trying to get him sick.]

[pimpinwings.livejournal.com]

[He can sweat off some of his water weight then.]