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Characters: Valeria (a_la_turk) and OPEN
Location: The Infirmary
Time: July 14, 2011 - time of day is flexible since not all characters have the same schedule!
Brief Summary: Valeria wakes up and is finally well to take and actually talk to non-healing visitors!
Rating: Idek! There might be mentions of body trauma and/or violence at some point?
Notes: Action ever after is fine and preferred! I just couldn't translate this post into an action post without tearing my hair out. Also I have no icons for this, so bear with me!
This isn't the first time she's cracked her eyes open only to be greeted by the plain infirmary ceiling.
She breathes with considerable more ease than she has in previous days, her breaths no longer shuddering, but smooth and for the most part without interruption. It's close to pain free, close enough that her posture lacks the rigidity she strived for so long to maintain in a bid to lessen the pain from her wounds and is instead something closer to, though not quite relaxed even fresh from sleep. Bare fingers abandon their grip on the sheets and reach first to lightly glance the skin of her neck, where pink lines run in a familiar crescent shape.
It's going to scar because you waited too long, because you thought you could wait an -- and what? Handle it herself? In that state? She almost snorts, lifting her hand only to drop it flat across her chest and wince reflexively. To have been reduced to such a pitiful state to begin with, though... that thought alone is enough to make her blood boil and she lets it for the ten seconds the emotion manages to stick, the Guardian's laughter ringing faintly in her ears. She's tired, though, too tired to hold it any longer than that and closes her eyes again with a soft exhalation, her brows still knit. (What the hell was she thinking anyway?)
There are things she needs to do and people she needs to see, to talk to now that she can without writhing from the effort. She just doesn't feel it as she should, as she needs to, but she knows. She knows she can't keep sleeping like this. She can't keep laying here. She can't keep doing nothing while everyone else struggles to pull their weight. She needs to be responsible and dependable and -- she inhales, cracking her eyes open again -- more anything else, she needs to get up.
Staying a flinch, she reaches for the edge of the covers. She has things to do.
Location: The Infirmary
Time: July 14, 2011 - time of day is flexible since not all characters have the same schedule!
Brief Summary: Valeria wakes up and is finally well to take and actually talk to non-healing visitors!
Rating: Idek! There might be mentions of body trauma and/or violence at some point?
Notes: Action ever after is fine and preferred! I just couldn't translate this post into an action post without tearing my hair out. Also I have no icons for this, so bear with me!
This isn't the first time she's cracked her eyes open only to be greeted by the plain infirmary ceiling.
She breathes with considerable more ease than she has in previous days, her breaths no longer shuddering, but smooth and for the most part without interruption. It's close to pain free, close enough that her posture lacks the rigidity she strived for so long to maintain in a bid to lessen the pain from her wounds and is instead something closer to, though not quite relaxed even fresh from sleep. Bare fingers abandon their grip on the sheets and reach first to lightly glance the skin of her neck, where pink lines run in a familiar crescent shape.
It's going to scar because you waited too long, because you thought you could wait an -- and what? Handle it herself? In that state? She almost snorts, lifting her hand only to drop it flat across her chest and wince reflexively. To have been reduced to such a pitiful state to begin with, though... that thought alone is enough to make her blood boil and she lets it for the ten seconds the emotion manages to stick, the Guardian's laughter ringing faintly in her ears. She's tired, though, too tired to hold it any longer than that and closes her eyes again with a soft exhalation, her brows still knit. (What the hell was she thinking anyway?)
There are things she needs to do and people she needs to see, to talk to now that she can without writhing from the effort. She just doesn't feel it as she should, as she needs to, but she knows. She knows she can't keep sleeping like this. She can't keep laying here. She can't keep doing nothing while everyone else struggles to pull their weight. She needs to be responsible and dependable and -- she inhales, cracking her eyes open again -- more anything else, she needs to get up.
Staying a flinch, she reaches for the edge of the covers. She has things to do.