For lastvoyages: Journal Entry 28 [video+spam]

[feels_no_love]

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[private]

[dovehearted]

[Any calculation she'd have had flies out when she sees just how beat up he is. Go out there, find him, get him out of trouble - she could feel trouble coming ever since she heard about this but he could handle it right? - but remembers what happened last time she didn't listen when a guy told her to stay safe and lock herself up it made it worse.]

...no no no no no. ...he didn't... you're going to be okay, right? They'll come back?

[private]

[feels_no_love]

They'll come back. They will come back. It will be all right, Lua, I just don't want you dying because I made such a mistake.

actually none of her end was private because aaaaaahhhhh /fails at life

[dovehearted]

Where are you? You can't make it by yourself, I'll...

[feels_no_love]

Lua! Please. Neither Aleera nor I will forgive me if I get you hurt. Until he is contained the corridors are not safe.

[dovehearted]

[oh is she going to argue with him about this? yes. yes she fucking is.]

I live right by the elevator, I promise I'll run if I see him, but you won't get there by yourself like this! Let me. I'm not going to let this happen again.

[feels_no_love]

Lua...

[He groans and slams a fist against the wall.

Very well.

[spam]

[dovehearted]

[Even if he'd said no she'd have been slamming at the buttons to board the elevator. It opens so slowly she pushes it further, slipping inside and hitting the "close" button as quickly as possible, before even really seeing him.] I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. [She grabs his hand to get ready to make a run for it.]

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

[He smelled her scent and felt her movements, heard her heartbeat and groaned, pressing his ruined face to the wall. He fought to keep his return grip on her hand gentle.]

I must have blood...the kitchens...will have what I need.

[spam]

[dovehearted]

[She doesn't know what the consequences are going to be, but when she says this and holds their joined hands up to his face, it's just out of fear for him. No games like she'd been thinking about before. He looks so torn up, so beaten down... this time she's not going to make a guy try to keep her safe at his own expense because she's stupid (this was stupid, but she had to, it's even more stupid he's blind and alone here).] Just do it now. If you see him again...

[Not "we". He doesn't need to be afraid for her.]

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

[He growls softly, so tempted. But...but...]

I have not fed in a week so that Hoffman would have more. Your blood is a precious thing. I cannot take it now, not like this. You could end up dead. I...I cannot....

[spam]

[dovehearted]

No, it... [She stops mid-sentence and sucks in her breath. She promised him. She promised him. That promise kept her from doing something stupid, trying to kill herself to see if this was a dream and you wake up, trying it to just get out of here and go wherever she was supposed to...

...but the elevator rings and makes the choice for her. She runs as soon as the door's open, keeping a grip on his hand, knowing he could outpace her but that he doesn't know the way without his eyes. No time to worry about how he's been hurt: as soon as he's out of danger she can.] We're going to be there soon.

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

Thank you.[His voice is a gasp, and he feels himself bite through his lip as he runs.] I do my best. Even here. But what is the reward?

I hate the damned Wardens. They will imprison and punish me soon enough for showing Hoffman mercy.

Where is the refrigerator?

[spam]

[dovehearted]

[She doesn't let go of his hand until they're in the kitchen, and then leads him to a chair and lets him complain as she digs through a refrigerator for blood packs. It's disgusting, but it's fake, right?] Just sit down. It'll be all right. [She gasps as she finds one and hands it over.]

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

[He drains it immediately, and groans as the flesh of his face ripples and begins to heal.] Thank you. That is...all I needed...

[No it isn't. No it isn't.]

[His body straightens slightly, and there is the faint pop of bone behind the blindfold.]

I need another.

[spam]

[dovehearted]

[She snatches another and hands it to him, taking two more from the refrigerator just in case. It doesn't matter who's supposed to have them, he hasn't eaten in days, he must have been so sick, and he'd never even complained about it.] There's more, if you need them. [She pulls open a drawer and finds a towel, wiping off his free hand. Even when his wounds heal up in a minute he'll still be a mess.]

[spam]

[feels_no_love]

Lua...you are the kindest person in this entire hellhole. [He drains another, and another, and meanwhile the small wet sounds of healing continue behind his blindfold.]

[Eventually, finally, he removes the blindfold and throws it into the sharps box used for the blood packs. His face beneath is pasty and scarred across the eyes, which are sunken, and glow like twin points of light.]

Everything's a too-bright blur, but that will improve in time.

[He uses his clean hand to cup her chin.] Thanks to you. I will not forget.