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Who: Itachi (prodigal_liar) and Elena (wellsuited)
When: 3 a.m.
Where: Itachi's place
Format: Paragraph
What: Elena stays with Itachi as he recovers from going too deep into the Mist.
Warnings: B'awww, angst? Fluff? A touch TBD.
Elena was becoming all too familiar with his bedroom, but not for good reasons. It was the second time that she'd watched him suffer in that room, and the second time that she'd thought...feared that his body might surrender from the pain of venturing too far into the mist. Elena's hands moved automatically as they wiped away the blood, and more than once, slipped into his.
What he was doing was important. Learning about the mist might yield information that could ultimately be used to re-shape this sometimes hostile environment. Unfortunately, there were only so many ways of learning about it...
She'd wanted to go this time, wanted to see if she could find something new or if it affected her differently. And though he was constantly reminding her that she was the acting head of Shinra, he'd also forbidden her to go.
So here she was again, laying on the bed beside him and hoping that sleep had finally brought him freedom from the pain, but also hoping that he wouldn't slip away during that same sleep. It had been worse this time. More than once she thought that he was falling apart right in front of her eyes.
When she first met Itachi and saw some of the things that he could do, Elena had thought that he was invincible. But now that she was laying awake and waiting anxiously for each breath, she knew that wasn't the case.
When: 3 a.m.
Where: Itachi's place
Format: Paragraph
What: Elena stays with Itachi as he recovers from going too deep into the Mist.
Warnings: B'awww, angst? Fluff? A touch TBD.
Elena was becoming all too familiar with his bedroom, but not for good reasons. It was the second time that she'd watched him suffer in that room, and the second time that she'd thought...feared that his body might surrender from the pain of venturing too far into the mist. Elena's hands moved automatically as they wiped away the blood, and more than once, slipped into his.
What he was doing was important. Learning about the mist might yield information that could ultimately be used to re-shape this sometimes hostile environment. Unfortunately, there were only so many ways of learning about it...
She'd wanted to go this time, wanted to see if she could find something new or if it affected her differently. And though he was constantly reminding her that she was the acting head of Shinra, he'd also forbidden her to go.
So here she was again, laying on the bed beside him and hoping that sleep had finally brought him freedom from the pain, but also hoping that he wouldn't slip away during that same sleep. It had been worse this time. More than once she thought that he was falling apart right in front of her eyes.
When she first met Itachi and saw some of the things that he could do, Elena had thought that he was invincible. But now that she was laying awake and waiting anxiously for each breath, she knew that wasn't the case.