sixteenth hymn [ .action/whatever else. ]

[mystearical]

[Out in the forest somewhere, haphazardly sprawled across the recently fallen snow, is Tear. She is partly covered by her hair, but the cold and wet of the fallen precipitation on the ground below her rouses her not long after she was deposited. She sits up, disoriented, and looks around. Realizing where she was, she immediately looked for her

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[wingedreplica]

[Good thing Luke's been patrolling the forest a whole hell of a lot since Tear was taken. Whenever he sees her (and whoever she might be with at the time), Luke will promptly be running to her without a word and sweeping her into a hug. A light one anyways, since you know... injuries.]

[mystearical]

[For simplicity's sake, we'll assume she's alone because multi-person threading gets so confusing. @_@;; There is a faint gasp from the melodist as she's embraced, her journal falling from her grasp and her body tensing for all of three seconds before she recognizes-- oddly enough --the scent of the redhead. She allows herself a sort of gusty sigh and a marked relaxation, but doesn't quite drop her head onto his collarbone like she rather wishes to.]

[wingedreplica]

[Holds her close for a minute longer, and then pulls back, looking her over.]

Are you okay?

[mystearical]

[She's tired, is what she is. Holy crap, she's tired. And it shows in her smile, which is odd enough in and of itself. She sets her fingertips against her throat and makes to speak, but no sound comes out. Plz to be understanding that means I can't talk, Luke.]

[wingedreplica]

[He tilts his head, waiting for her to say something, but when she can't make a sound, he frowns. Tear would talk if she could.]

You can't speak... [He can't help but notice how tired she looks.]

Come here, let me carry you.

[mystearical]

[Oh good, you understand. She smiles, and then looks marginally scandalized at his offer to carry her. Her hand moves to rest against her collarbone and she takes a small step backward, shaking her head and putting one hand up. "No, I'm all right," she mouths.]

[wingedreplica]

[He knew she probably wouldn't go for it, but it didn't hurt to try. Instead, he wraps and arm around her shoulders to support and guide her.]

Alright, then let's get you home.

[mystearical]

[She's... not opposed to, but not entirely comfortable with the contact, at first. After a while, though, she decides it's all right and relaxes somewhat, one arm pinned to her side by the other (though for no specific purpose) and her eyes closed.]

[wingedreplica]

[He's going to go slow, and make sure she's not pushing herself too much. Since you know, she does that.]

Your voice will come back, I'm sure.

[mystearical]

[Yes, yes she does. I still can't decide if I want to update her to miasmafail or Tower of Rem. 'cause I haven't had a chance to play my file in like a week so I'm behind. >>; This is relevant, I swear.]

["I know," she mouths. In the meantime, she was rather in need of a pen.]

[wingedreplica]

[:o Whichever is fine by me. I say go for whatever you feel comfortable with.]

[He gently pats her shoulder. Too bad he left his journal and pens are home or he would have handed something over by now. But the house isn't far, and they come upon it soon enough.]

[mystearical]

[My main hang up is getting to that point in the game, and I've just gotten to the point of the miasma resurfacing so I haven't decided if I want to play to the Tower of Rem or start working on her application now. >>;]

[She's a little uncertain about the contact, but overall doesn't seem to mind it terribly. A though occurs to her after a moment and she looks from him and down his arm, until his hand which she takes with both of her gloved ones and swings it back over her head-- assuming he still had it around her shoulders, that is --and splays his hand between hers, writing on his palm.]

["Thank you," she writes in neat, precise Fonic.]

[wingedreplica]

[*Nod nod* Goooood luck.]

[At first he thinks she's just trying to get him to let go of her, but when she starts writing on his hand, he pays close attention so he doesn't have to ask her to do it again. When he realizes what she's writing he just smiles, and shakes his head.]

You don't have to thank me.

[mystearical]

[She shrugs lightly. She feels she does have to thank him, and she already did, so it doesn't really matter whether she has to or not. For the time being can we just get somewhere I can sleep, Luke darling?]

[wingedreplica]

[Fine fine, be that way. And yes yes, the house it right there, Luke's opening the door for you and ushering you inside to your room.]

Go rest.

[mystearical]

[Obediently she does as she's told, although she stops short just inside her door and reaches behind her to loosely grasp Luke's sleeve. Naturally due to the circumstances she's silent, but she's frowning at the floor with a sort of embarrassed fervor.]

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[Stay for a while, would you?]