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oddsandends2022-06-29 06:49 pm
superorbit) wrote in oddsandends2022-06-29 06:49 pm
103rd ♫ | i need somebody to love me, to make me feel warm and fuzzy
an EXTREMELY self indulgent meme for touchstarved muses and the delicious vibes of them getting some affectionate physical contact in a dog's age. basically just drop your character below, indicate whether or not they're Touchstarved and Yearning and GO HOGWILD.
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. . . Um. Is that... okay?
[ If she wants to heal them then she has to....... touch.............. them................. ]
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[oh, she's blushing... it hits them why quickly.]
... yeah.
[whitlock rolls his eyes. Must you two be such teenagers? He stands, heading towards the door.]
I'll leave this in your capable hands then. And I expect to see them after a long rest.
[how long is that supposed to be??? He doesnt explain, heading out in a huff]
... should I take my shirt off?
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Ah– um, I'll do my... best...
[ Oh she can't decide if Whitlock leaving makes it worse or not!!! Hell world!!!
She swallows hard, trying not to let this get Weird and turns her attention back to the matter at hand. It takes a big, deep breath before she can make her voice a little steadier but if she's said she'll help, she's going to commit. ]
It might be easier, b–but... you don't have to if you're not comfortable with it.
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I'm more worried about you. It's... not pretty to look at.
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[ She's clasping one hand in the other, both pressed to her chest. She's usually bad at holding eye contact with them – or anyone, really – but at that, Sakura readily meets their gaze. ]
If you're hurt, helping you is what matters.
Cw: past self harm
[they manage a shakey smile at that, before starting to slowly unwind the scarf, hands trembling a bit.
The scaring is as gnarled as the small exposed bit had suggested. From ear to collar it is a mess of puckered skin- not an attempt at a slit throat gone wrong, though it's amazing that they didn't bleed out from it regardless. Instead it reads more as many attempted slashes down the column of the throat, messy and badly aimed by much younger and less steady hands. Some of the scarring is shiny as well, like the area was burned on top of cut.
Whatever has there wasn't just cut out, but obliterated with vicious intent. Nothing could be allowed to remain.
They pause for a moment, visibly re-gathering their composure before starting to remove their buckles and clasps for the shirt.]
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Come on, she chides herself. Don't make this worse for them. They obviously hadn't wanted her to see this at all – maybe it's why they were so resistant to this kind of help in the first place – but even as she tells herself over and over to just move on and not make a thing of it, her idiot mouth blurts out – ]
Do they hurt?
[ Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. ]
I–if it does I can... I can try to help...
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Not anymore. I don't really have much feeling there at all- I destroyed the nerves, I'm pretty sure.
[The clasps done, they have much less resistance to pulling off their shirt. There are scars here too, but more obviously battle ones. Their body has the build of a worker more than a chiseled warrior- muscled but with a little fat too, around the chest and belly. Marks of growth and wear and humanity. Sunfreckles and acne scars and patches of roughness and hair where one would expect. Still, the muscle is there, especially up their arms.
Their torso looks even worse than their face though. Covered in dark angry bruises and those still healing gashes. Odds are if their ribs aren't broken now they were before Whitlock got to them]
self harm allusions cw
Sakura's expression wavers just a little with an emotion that's hard to read. She can't decide if it's better or worse to think that this is a self inflicted wound – the idea that someone else would have hurt them is awful, of course, but the idea of them having to hurt themself to this degree...
She forces herself to drag her gaze down to their stomach, where the most immediate problem is. She'd thought they look battered before but looking at the state their torso is in makes her feel a little sick. Thank goodness Whitlock and the others were there – she doesn't want to imagine what could have happened if they hadn't been. ]
Mm. Okay. [ She pulls in a breath. ] Where does it hurt the most? I'll start there.
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But here, with people they actually care about... they know it's ugly. It doesn't even occur that she might be worried about them. About why they did it. Still, there's no time to work themselves into a spiral as she looks downward.]
My ribs, I think. If anything's damaged it would be there.
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[ Another slightly shaky breath but this time she sounds a little more steady and more centered. Sakura's always at her best when she has something she can do to help.
She glances up to meet their gaze and does her best to give a reassuring smile. ]
I'll count to three, okay? So you can get ready. And on three, that's when I'll start.
[ Once final slow inhale, but this time it's slow and smooth as she gathers magic into her fingers. ]
One, two...
[ With that, Sakura presses her palm into their side. There's a sting of pressure on the wounds but only for a second. Almost immediately, a feeling like warm, spring sunshine begins to spread out from the point of contact, like a sunbeam had cut through and fallen across their skin. ]
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But it's... shockingly short, and that feeling bleeds over their skin. The Blessing wiggles then retreats back under their skin as it's no longer needed, the alien shifting under the surface fading away soon after.
It's... warm. Like the sun back home. Not hot. Not baking and hurting and bright. Just... warm.
They shiver almost violently... and then sigh, like something was escaping on their breath and leaving relief behind. Their skin twitches like a nervous horse under her hand, but they don't pull away. Eyes go from narrow to half lidded.
... relaxed. It's so strange.]
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Is it feeling a little better already? I'm glad.
[ ... totally misreading the relaxation there, but for good reason – even as she watches, the nasty bruising on their skin is starting to pull back and fade. ]
I'll heal the other side too, just to be sure... and after that, is there anywhere else that hurts?
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[the last person to touch them so softly was-
- they wince again, biting their lip as they press that thought down]
Here?
[they touch their face, turning slightly red. True, it's pretty battered, but nothing dangerous. At worst their nose may be a bit more crooked then it already was. But...]
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Sakura forces that thought down and instead gives a Determined Nod. ]
R–right! Ah, well, now I can move onto this side... [ Accordingly, she shifts over to their other side and gives them the same countdown warning before pressing her hand to the remaining bruises. Sunshine and spring blooms out over their skin.
Sakura's quiet for just long enough that it seems like she won't say anything more... but then she speaks up. ]
... um... Ao-kun... if it's okay, could I ask what happened to you? I–I know he said you'd been... mauled, but...
[ Just what had happened on that mission she hadn't been invited along to? ]
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[and while they are fast and strong, they don't really have any "magical" attacks or ways to defend themselves if disarmed. And being a front liner... they were the first target]
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[ She's trying very hard not to imagine what sort of horrible creature could take a blow like that from the Namebreaker and give as good as they got in return before going down. Thinking about it like that, it's a miracle they were only mauled. ]
Maybe it isn't quite right to say when you did end up getting hurt, but... I am glad you're okay, Ao-kun.
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Me too.
...
Though the Doctor is pretty mad. He didn't want me to go back for the 'Breaker.
[YEAH NO SHIT AO]
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She really shouldn't ask questions she doesn't want to know the answer to. But. ]
... did you?
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W–well, it's good that it wasn't lost forever, at least... does it still work?
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[They clutch the handle and- well it sure does crackle with electricity and buzz like a fucking evil vibrator so.
Y e s ?]
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[ She's semi-used to the Namebreaker now so it doesn't alarm her quite as much as it used to but. Horrible!!! ]
M–Maybe we should put it to one side for now while I finish here...
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I could make another one, probably but... I'm attached to it.
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[ She pulls her hands back from their side at last. That springtime warmth doesn't entirely fade but it's less direct now – a warm patch of shade rather than direct sunlight.
Once again, Sakura clasps one hand in the other and visibly hesitates. ]
I'll... have to touch your face now. Is that okay?
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surprise yearly breaker tags
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