Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones But Words Will Break My Heart
WHO: martianmonster and fuck_chapstick
WHERE: Their house, in the middle of their woods-that-no-one-lives-in!
WHEN: Backdated to a few days after M'stra broke Sil out of prison so... first week of February really.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: M'stra explains the meaning of a word.
FORMAT: Para?
The last handful of days had been a blur of encroaching exhaustion for M'stra. She slept when she felt alright about doing so, but that was rare. Instinct and guilt drove her to spend 30+ hours awake at a stretch, watching over Karu-Sil's quick but not quick enough recovery.
The drugs had been flushed from her system fast enough, sure, but long days nearly immobile, food poorly suited to what her system was used to, and a cluster of other factors had left the corpsman tired and weak. She slept through much of the day at times, would wake to summon her pack to her side, and then drift off again with glowing yellow bodies curled up against her, M'stra sometimes among them as well.
This afternoon though she nudged the door to the bedroom open with her shoulder, bearing a bowl of rare stew meat and a stick of bread, to find her 'patient' awake and watching her.
"You're awake chala." Mstra smiled as she set the food on the table beside the bed, dropping into the chair she'd long ago pulled there. "How do you feel? Hungry?"
WHERE: Their house, in the middle of their woods-that-no-one-lives-in!
WHEN: Backdated to a few days after M'stra broke Sil out of prison so... first week of February really.
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: M'stra explains the meaning of a word.
FORMAT: Para?
The last handful of days had been a blur of encroaching exhaustion for M'stra. She slept when she felt alright about doing so, but that was rare. Instinct and guilt drove her to spend 30+ hours awake at a stretch, watching over Karu-Sil's quick but not quick enough recovery.
The drugs had been flushed from her system fast enough, sure, but long days nearly immobile, food poorly suited to what her system was used to, and a cluster of other factors had left the corpsman tired and weak. She slept through much of the day at times, would wake to summon her pack to her side, and then drift off again with glowing yellow bodies curled up against her, M'stra sometimes among them as well.
This afternoon though she nudged the door to the bedroom open with her shoulder, bearing a bowl of rare stew meat and a stick of bread, to find her 'patient' awake and watching her.
"You're awake chala." Mstra smiled as she set the food on the table beside the bed, dropping into the chair she'd long ago pulled there. "How do you feel? Hungry?"