I'm so sorry, Heine! <3alwaystraumaJuly 5 2011, 04:26:50 UTC
[The interesting thing about this is how they both regenerate. The terrifying thing is, well, much more one-sided, and how he'll probably start freaking out in 3... 2... 1...]
No need to be, he'll recover. Eventually. misprotectJuly 5 2011, 04:36:25 UTC
[While Heine could regenerate, there were things that didn't purge through his system so easily as lead. Such being the amount of shots his liver could take and the effects it took on his malnourished body.
The morning came with a haze and dried mouth, but that wasn't the worst of it. He would be freaking out, slipping to the floor and backing into a corner shivering; but he was so damn frightened that his muscles tightened and forced him to stay put. His expression however was that of horror, mouth only slipping out gasp in his rigidness.]
LET'S HOPE SO. Poor catatonic!Heine!alwaystraumaJuly 5 2011, 04:42:31 UTC
[Claire was taking her sweet time waking up, drifting in and out here and there. A few drinks had led to civil conversation, which had led to them talking about their respective regenerative abilities and... well, frankly, she had no idea how she'd gotten to this point, but it hadn't been bad sex.
It had actually been phenomenal sex. Angry, heated, with lots of pain induced upon each other, wounds that healed instantly... hell yes it had been hot.
Only when she saw his reaction to seeing her next to him did she frown, blinking blearily awake with some resolution, sitting up.] What's got your panties tied in a knot?
Had to keep him there somehow.misprotectJuly 5 2011, 04:52:56 UTC
[His own memory of what happened was foggy and perhaps for the best that it was. She was someone like him, nigh invulnerable to physical pain and even death at times. The conversation had been one sided, even with his questioning and poorly disguised curiosity. With a few drinks in him however he began singing like a bird.
Problem was that his fears were never said, slipped his ill fitted mind at the moment and lead them to this point. He should have snapped back, moved back, something. Yet his body wouldn't obey, it stayed stiff aside from the short spasms of his exposed torso.
The final straw was that she actually had the nerve to insult him...or was it his own fault for coming to this point of traumatizing shock?
Y-you.
[A stammered word that lacked any of his verbal strength from the night before.]
[Running a hand through her hair, she took a deep breath, letting it come out as a soft sigh.]
You really don't remember? We had some pretty incredible sex. You're like me? I'm like you? It's kind of weird? We can be immortal together? Etc. etc.
[Seeing his still-horrified expression, she shrugged.] I'm kidding about the immortal together part, as cool as that would be. If that... makes you feel any better about this.
[And it began to sink in, hour by hour and minute by minute. He felt like screaming, profanity filled raging until his lungs gave out. The dryness of his throat didn't let him and only gave him to ability to barely speak.]
No, no, no...that can't be right...
[The murmurs were for himself, but audible enough to hear. It was the only pathetic coping mechanism he had and clearly it wasn't working. His long fingers grasped his head and his gaze pulled down.]
This can't be right...I can't...Shit!
[A pillow was pulled and thrown colliding with the wall without a sound. An overwhelming sense of illness crept over him and he bit at his bottom lip. Things didn't go wrong, but that mere fact something happened was enough to make him sick feeling and cringe at the possibilities of what could have been.]
[Yep, she's staring at him like he's a lunatic. Okay, Claire, let's reign in the disbelief for a moment there.]
It was really good, seriously, if it's any consolation.
[Though... something tells her that that's really not what matters to him at the moment. And here she was hoping for round two in the morning.] Can I... help? Or something?
[By now his body was slowly coming back under his control, though most of it was still shaking. His irrational fear of touching women couldn't just be explained, especially taking in consideration what had happened hours ago.]
I'm not...supposed to touch you.
[Red eyes widened, he inched away pulling sheets with him. Heine wasn't so much a feral beast as he was a frightened puppy then, a complete change from people typically saw out of him.]
[Okay. Definitely weird.] Well, for that to be the case, you certainly did a lot of that last night. I mean, was it shitty for you, is that it? I can go if this is too awkward for you... or something.
[Not that he was going to give a reason why, to him it was common knowledge. Any pleasure he got out of the night before was washed away or sealed off out shock. ]
Gah, this is turning into pure tension. Sorry.misprotectJuly 5 2011, 05:23:39 UTC
Bad things happen.
[His eyes lowered and his bottom lip pulled back further. Why was he admitting things like this to a stranger? Did he feel compelled to justify himself? He never had before, his reasons were good enough without other's opinions.
You're totally fine! It's Heine, I wasn't expecting him to react well! :palwaystraumaJuly 5 2011, 05:26:41 UTC
[Frowning, she reached out to him very slowly, tentatively, her voice a bit less... dismissive as it had been before, softer now.] Nothing bad happened last night.
I don't think it could go well with anyone. lolmisprotectJuly 5 2011, 05:29:46 UTC
[The outreached hand wasn't noticed, his mind too tangled up with everything that could have gone wrong. It wasn't just pessimistic nature for him, it was reality.]
ahahahaha no shit!alwaystraumaJuly 5 2011, 05:32:55 UTC
[Sighing, she waved her hand in front of his face, trying to return him to reality. She didn't want to take drastic measures, but she would if she had to.] But it didn't. [There's a pause.] What's the worst that could happen, then?
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The morning came with a haze and dried mouth, but that wasn't the worst of it. He would be freaking out, slipping to the floor and backing into a corner shivering; but he was so damn frightened that his muscles tightened and forced him to stay put. His expression however was that of horror, mouth only slipping out gasp in his rigidness.]
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It had actually been phenomenal sex. Angry, heated, with lots of pain induced upon each other, wounds that healed instantly... hell yes it had been hot.
Only when she saw his reaction to seeing her next to him did she frown, blinking blearily awake with some resolution, sitting up.] What's got your panties tied in a knot?
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Problem was that his fears were never said, slipped his ill fitted mind at the moment and lead them to this point. He should have snapped back, moved back, something. Yet his body wouldn't obey, it stayed stiff aside from the short spasms of his exposed torso.
The final straw was that she actually had the nerve to insult him...or was it his own fault for coming to this point of traumatizing shock?
Y-you.
[A stammered word that lacked any of his verbal strength from the night before.]
What the fuck is g-going on?
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You really don't remember? We had some pretty incredible sex. You're like me? I'm like you? It's kind of weird? We can be immortal together? Etc. etc.
[Seeing his still-horrified expression, she shrugged.] I'm kidding about the immortal together part, as cool as that would be. If that... makes you feel any better about this.
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No, no, no...that can't be right...
[The murmurs were for himself, but audible enough to hear. It was the only pathetic coping mechanism he had and clearly it wasn't working. His long fingers grasped his head and his gaze pulled down.]
This can't be right...I can't...Shit!
[A pillow was pulled and thrown colliding with the wall without a sound. An overwhelming sense of illness crept over him and he bit at his bottom lip. Things didn't go wrong, but that mere fact something happened was enough to make him sick feeling and cringe at the possibilities of what could have been.]
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It was really good, seriously, if it's any consolation.
[Though... something tells her that that's really not what matters to him at the moment. And here she was hoping for round two in the morning.] Can I... help? Or something?
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[By now his body was slowly coming back under his control, though most of it was still shaking. His irrational fear of touching women couldn't just be explained, especially taking in consideration what had happened hours ago.]
I'm not...supposed to touch you.
[Red eyes widened, he inched away pulling sheets with him. Heine wasn't so much a feral beast as he was a frightened puppy then, a complete change from people typically saw out of him.]
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[Not that he was going to give a reason why, to him it was common knowledge. Any pleasure he got out of the night before was washed away or sealed off out shock. ]
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[His eyes lowered and his bottom lip pulled back further. Why was he admitting things like this to a stranger? Did he feel compelled to justify himself? He never had before, his reasons were good enough without other's opinions.
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It could have.
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