Ficlet: Blurring the Linesscribble_mynameJuly 22 2014, 17:19:36 UTC
Fiery pain shot through Shift’s body when she stirred on the… her couch? She forced her eyelids open and glanced around. She felt like someone had run her over, which come to remember was fairly close to exactly what happened.
“Blurring doesn’t actually stop all injury,” Kilter’s voice interjected dryly, the noise starting up a pounding in her head. “It just stops you from dying.”
Shift groaned and tried to tense up enough to move or stand and had to clench her teeth against the pain. Kilter was right to a point: shifting to a blur of molecules was a valuable way to stay uninjured in a fight or from a bullet, but it didn’t actually resolve the issue of being driven through like a puddle. Thankfully, she had long ago mastered pulling herself back together, but it was still more than a little traumatic.
“Hey. Relax.” Kilter pressed her down gently by one shoulder. His gaze searched hers. They had been on opposite sides of conviction so many times over the years, but when all was said and done, they shared a mother figure, a daughter, and a team between them. It meant something when he told her, “You don’t have to be fierce. I’ll stand watch.”
She forced herself to let go, to let her muscles relax fully, and let herself go limp against the couch. Her eyelids fluttered shut. “Okay,” she said softly.
If he softened just a little, for her, neither of them mentioned that she liked it.
Re: Ficlet: Blurring the Linesscribble_mynameJuly 22 2014, 20:04:12 UTC
Yeah, the fact that she has to be told that it's okay to just be weak after that says a lot about who she is. I figured, regardless of survival with or without injury, the body wouldn't like that very much.
“Blurring doesn’t actually stop all injury,” Kilter’s voice interjected dryly, the noise starting up a pounding in her head. “It just stops you from dying.”
Shift groaned and tried to tense up enough to move or stand and had to clench her teeth against the pain. Kilter was right to a point: shifting to a blur of molecules was a valuable way to stay uninjured in a fight or from a bullet, but it didn’t actually resolve the issue of being driven through like a puddle. Thankfully, she had long ago mastered pulling herself back together, but it was still more than a little traumatic.
“Hey. Relax.” Kilter pressed her down gently by one shoulder. His gaze searched hers. They had been on opposite sides of conviction so many times over the years, but when all was said and done, they shared a mother figure, a daughter, and a team between them. It meant something when he told her, “You don’t have to be fierce. I’ll stand watch.”
She forced herself to let go, to let her muscles relax fully, and let herself go limp against the couch. Her eyelids fluttered shut. “Okay,” she said softly.
If he softened just a little, for her, neither of them mentioned that she liked it.
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