Prompt 84.6: Keep My Sanity/ Writers Muses
Post picks up after this post and RP with medico_bella that began here.
The sun was just beginning to drop as Nicolas Kokoris made his way onto the patio atop the d'Alessio's villa. The day had been a busy one, full of Joanna and Roberto's family, and well-wishers, and while most had tried to welcome him into their conversations he could no longer deny the strain that inclusion was having on their conversations. He'd needed time to himself, not just to clear his head, but, to rest. If it weren't for the constant reminders from the pain of his back, he might very well forget that only 24 hours earlier they had been in a war-zone. If not for that and Roberto's death that was. Now, sitting on the patio wall, he'd found that.
"I don't know how I'll keep my sanity through all of this." At the sound of Joanna Falconiri's voice, Nic stood and turned toward her.
"It's not that bad, is it?" The Greek couldn't help smiling at her complaint, having been very close to wondering the same thing himself.
"That's what you think, they're not your family." As she reached where he stood, she accepted his kiss before motioning his to sit again.
"You should be inside resting, your back." Her brow furrowed slightly in concern as she swept her eyes over him for signs that he was in more pain than he was showing her.
"My back, is fine." He did however comply with her request before looking back out over the City.
"I could get you something for the pain." Laying her hand on his arm, she attempted to draw his full attention back to her.
"Joanna, I'm okay, it doesn't hurt that bad, when it starts to get bad, I'll tell you. You've got enough to worry about without adding me to things," Leaning over to her he gave her a light kiss and while it lightened the mood for the two of them, for Michael, who watched from a window, it only further fueled an anger that had begun at the airport.
Muse: Nicolas Kokoris
Fandom: Presidio Med
Words: 337
A special thanks to Christina for the loan of her muse medico_bella in this post.
The sun was just beginning to drop as Nicolas Kokoris made his way onto the patio atop the d'Alessio's villa. The day had been a busy one, full of Joanna and Roberto's family, and well-wishers, and while most had tried to welcome him into their conversations he could no longer deny the strain that inclusion was having on their conversations. He'd needed time to himself, not just to clear his head, but, to rest. If it weren't for the constant reminders from the pain of his back, he might very well forget that only 24 hours earlier they had been in a war-zone. If not for that and Roberto's death that was. Now, sitting on the patio wall, he'd found that.
"I don't know how I'll keep my sanity through all of this." At the sound of Joanna Falconiri's voice, Nic stood and turned toward her.
"It's not that bad, is it?" The Greek couldn't help smiling at her complaint, having been very close to wondering the same thing himself.
"That's what you think, they're not your family." As she reached where he stood, she accepted his kiss before motioning his to sit again.
"You should be inside resting, your back." Her brow furrowed slightly in concern as she swept her eyes over him for signs that he was in more pain than he was showing her.
"My back, is fine." He did however comply with her request before looking back out over the City.
"I could get you something for the pain." Laying her hand on his arm, she attempted to draw his full attention back to her.
"Joanna, I'm okay, it doesn't hurt that bad, when it starts to get bad, I'll tell you. You've got enough to worry about without adding me to things," Leaning over to her he gave her a light kiss and while it lightened the mood for the two of them, for Michael, who watched from a window, it only further fueled an anger that had begun at the airport.
Muse: Nicolas Kokoris
Fandom: Presidio Med
Words: 337
A special thanks to Christina for the loan of her muse medico_bella in this post.