[She's shaking in his arms, weeping in earnest--holding on to him, reassuring herself that he is indeed there, and alive.]
[After a while, she begins to inspect him, half expecting to find remnants of the wire that bit and sliced through his flesh. There are none, much to her relief . . . until she finds a fresh stain of blood to the side of his chest.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[The medicine cabinet she had spilt in his apartment is still there, on the tatami, though the blood that she had tracked is gone. She rises as quickly as she can, on unsteady feet, and hastens to it. There are some contents that remained within the cabinet, and she brings it back to him.]
[She gives him an imploring look, immediately beginning to remove his clothing to expose the wound. It is just small, not enough to require suturing, but she washes it thoroughly with the sterile water she had in her cabinet, and applies pressure to staunch the bleeding.]
[Her hands are trembling, unsteady.]
[She doesn't mind her own injuries.]
[Once the blood has stopped flowing, she immediately applies an antiseptic solution, followed by an antibiotic cream, and very carefully dresses the wound. Her work is still thorough, despite the fact that her hands hurt, and she is crying through the process, shivering through her tears. None of that matters to her.]
[When she is done, she looks up at him, looking lost.]
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 11:36:19 UTC
[He stays quiet as she does her work, holding back his tears as he watches he cry, watches the expression on her face and feeling his heart hurt. Her hands must hurt so so much... he bites his lip slightly. He was doomed when she arrived, she should have let him be and not gotten hurt, but... he also knows that regardless of what he could have said, she would have done it anyway. So would he, in the same situation...]
[When she is done, and looks up at him and says that sorry, sadness fills him]
No...
Don't... say sorry, Megumi-san. There's nothing to say sorry for, there isn't...
[She holds onto him as tightly as she can, though she has almost no strength within her--her grip is feeble, and she is wracked with shivers as she weeps.]
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 12:25:38 UTC
Megumi-san... why would I leave you?
[He kisses her brow lightly, raises a hand to stroke hair]
You tried so so hard, but nothing could... nothing could have... stopped it from happening. Besides, I'm alive, aren't I? It was not a real death. I'm here, I love you, I'd never leave you...
[He sighs, holding back those tears but just barely... just barely]
[She takes his hand, presses it against her heart.]
[She embraces him with all of her remaining strength, holding onto him, not wanting to let go, reminding herself that he is there, and that he is real . . . not dead. Not gone.]
I love you . . . so m-much . . . so so much and . . . I'd . . . what I would have g-given . . . t-that you didn't have to go through that . . . feel t-that . . .
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 12:52:10 UTC
[He sighs, a solitary tear passing over his pale skin.]
Oh, Megumi-san...
[He closes his eyes and sighs, holding her to him, feeling her warmth and heartbeat]
I love you so, I would never want to see you suffer for me... though I would suffer for you, and I know you would do the same... but neither of us must suffer where it's not neessary. So please... it will be fine. We'll be fine... Megumi-san...
[She just listens to his words, and nods as bravely as she can, though she cannot help but still fear for the future. The City brought them together, but it can very easily tear them asunder, and she fears, and worries, and hurts . . .]
[She cries for a long while, until finally her tears are exhausted, and she lies limp in his arms, though still mindful of the wound that she had dressed.]
I love you . . .
[A tearful sniffle, and she wipes her dampened cheeks, whimpering softly as the wound on her face catches.]
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 13:21:47 UTC
[While she cries, he just holds her close, stroking her hair and biting his lip. Fresh blood runs from a tiny nick he creates from biting down too hard, but he licks that away quickly.]
[When he tears run dry, and she becomes still, he sighs gently, soothingly]
[She lays in his arms for a while, just taking in in his warmth, his proximity . . . placing her hand over his gently.]
[A bite of her lip, before she turns her palm open, wincing at the abrasions on her hands. She knows that she should probably clean them, and bandage them, as well as the cuts on her limbs and on her cheek . . . and she should probably change her tattered kimono . . . but she doesn't want to move just yet . . . doesn't want to leave his arms.]
[A quiet, shivering sigh.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[She whispers his name, just wanting to hear it, once again telling herself that he is there with her, holding her.]
[She intertwines her fingers with his, not minding the pain.]
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 15:22:56 UTC
Megumi-san...
[Mitsuhide sighs softly, regarding her through concerned eyes. She is injured, and her cuts need tending to. While he appreciates that she needs to be near him right now, if she doesn't take care of her wounds they will only fester and get infected.]
Megumi-san... we really need to take care of your wounds. They might get infected, and then would take so much longer to heal.
[He looks softly at her, expression full of loss and concern and a hint of sadness]
[She looks up at him with timid, melancholy eyes.]
A-alright, Mitsuhide-san, though . . . you don’t have to . . . I . . . you’re hurt too-you shouldn’t strain yourself . . . I can . . . manage. . . . I’ll just . . . borrow your shower, clean them there . . . if that’s alright . . .
[She doesn’t tell him that she’s afraid to show him her wounds, because she doesn’t want to worry him.]
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 23 2008, 16:32:20 UTC
Megumi-san...
[He sighs, concern alight in his eyes.]
Look at me. I only have one wound, I am... fine. It wouldn't be straining myself at all. Look... if you give me the key to your apartment, I'll go get you some clean clothes, and you go clean yourself up, cleanse those wounds, and I'll help you bandage them up when I come back.
[He strokes her hair and kisses her forehead again]
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 25 2008, 19:08:47 UTC
Megumi-san...
[He sighs softly... seeing that he should have expected it. He understands why. Seeing the one you love die... though they might come back the next day, just having that vision in your head...]
Alright, Megumi-san. My clothes will be too big for you, but... they will do for today. We can pin a kimono hem up, or something...
But you must let me help with your wounds, alright?
[He places his hands on her shoulder carefully]
[ooc: I did. ♥ I won't be able to get on much at all until the 2nd April (explain why then), but I will get on once a day briefly to finish this thread. ^^]
[A sigh of relief escapes her when he says that he will stay in the apartment with her.]
[She looks up at him, a myriad of emotions flickering in her eyes, all bared for him to see. Her gaze is still tinted with the vestiges of fear and grief, and she averts her eyes as a wave of guilt washes over her--he was the one who was hurt, and yet she is the one who needs help. A bite to her lip, and a trembling pause, before she raises her eyes to his again, another heartbroken apology written there.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[However, alongside the fear and the grief and the guilt, shining visible in her gaze is her gratefulness, and her genuine relief and joy that he is there, alive, with her.]
[Another bite to her lip. She looks down at her damaged hands. She doesn't want Mitsuhide-san to worry about her . . . but she knows and feels that the act of tending to each other's wounds is something that would bring them both closer to mending from the terrible experience. Taking care of each other, seeing to and soothing each other's hurts--whether it be physical, emotional, or otherwise.]
[She nods trustingly against him, giving her acquiescence, thankful.]
[She lingers a moment in his embrace, not wanting to relinquish the closeness, the communion. She only reluctantly rises a few minutes later, swaying somewhat unsteadily on her feet with lingering exhaustion before she regains her balance.]
I love you . . . So much . . . Mitsuhide-san . . .
[Giving him one last lingering glance, she finally heads to his shower, disrobing of her damaged kimono and cleansing the wounds that she had sustained.]
[ooc; alright, dearie. *huggles* You take care, okay? And I'll talk to you soon! ♥ Miss you. ;_;]
[action post]silk_in_ebonyMarch 26 2008, 18:45:57 UTC
[He watches her go quietly, many thoughts running through his mind. The memory of death, of the slow, painful death and rivers of blood pooling beneath his dying body, will never leave him. It could be buried away and lived with, but there will always be times when it returns to haunt him. Sleeping in his room again will definitely be impossible... to do so in a place with such an experience attached to it could only breed nightmares.]
[I will have to move out eventually...]
[A sigh, and he finds himself going back to his room to collect a clean kimono for Megumi. A vision of wires flashes before his eyes before he shakes his head, composes himself and heads to his warderobe. First changing himself, removing a 'special item' from his discarded clothing, he then retrieves something for his beloved and retreats from the place quickly, leaving his sword where it lays on the floor for now.]
[Finding what he needs to fix the hems up temporarily, he does the work quickly and efficiently before laying it aside and taking the 'special item' out again.]
[In his era, the Western tradition of giving rings to propose is something unheard of it, but it is at least an idea he finds appealing. The one he had made is relatively simple; gold band and a very deep coloured amethyst, with two smaller clear gems set either side. It almost surprised him that he was able to tell the jeweller the size of her fingers, of her hand, so easily, and the resulting ring is beautiful. The piece is a symbol of eternal love, of engagement... one that can be viewed whenever its owner raises their hand. A lovely idea... but her hands are injured right now. He could not bear to give her such a thing if she were not able to wear it yet, which means things will have to be delayed for a while...]
[It's no good just staring at it...]
[Mitsuhide is saddened by this, but knowing it will be for the better in the end, hides the ring back in his robes and stands. Megumi has supplies for treating wounds with her... so, tea? Tea strikes him as a very good idea, especially when he recalls the chamomile and its supposed relaxing properties. Trying not to dwell too much, he stands and walks to the kitchen to go and make it.]
[After a while, she begins to inspect him, half expecting to find remnants of the wire that bit and sliced through his flesh. There are none, much to her relief . . . until she finds a fresh stain of blood to the side of his chest.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[The medicine cabinet she had spilt in his apartment is still there, on the tatami, though the blood that she had tracked is gone. She rises as quickly as she can, on unsteady feet, and hastens to it. There are some contents that remained within the cabinet, and she brings it back to him.]
[She gives him an imploring look, immediately beginning to remove his clothing to expose the wound. It is just small, not enough to require suturing, but she washes it thoroughly with the sterile water she had in her cabinet, and applies pressure to staunch the bleeding.]
[Her hands are trembling, unsteady.]
[She doesn't mind her own injuries.]
[Once the blood has stopped flowing, she immediately applies an antiseptic solution, followed by an antibiotic cream, and very carefully dresses the wound. Her work is still thorough, despite the fact that her hands hurt, and she is crying through the process, shivering through her tears. None of that matters to her.]
[When she is done, she looks up at him, looking lost.]
I'm sorry . . .
[More tears, and her lip trembles.]
I'm so sorry . . . Mitsuhide-san . . .
[A sob.]
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[When she is done, and looks up at him and says that sorry, sadness fills him]
No...
Don't... say sorry, Megumi-san. There's nothing to say sorry for, there isn't...
[He takes her gently into his arms again]
Please, don't be sorry...
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B-but I--tried--so h-hard b-but . . . it . . . wasn't enough . . . I'm--
[She pauses to inhale raggedly, her breath hitching. Her heart hurts so much, and it is hard to stop the tears from falling.]
I'm sorry . . .
Mitsuhide-san . . .
Please don't leave me . . . I'm sorry . . .
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[He kisses her brow lightly, raises a hand to stroke hair]
You tried so so hard, but nothing could... nothing could have... stopped it from happening. Besides, I'm alive, aren't I? It was not a real death. I'm here, I love you, I'd never leave you...
[He sighs, holding back those tears but just barely... just barely]
Don't be sad... please...
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[A gasping sob, and a pained shudder.]
Hurt--
[She chokes on a cry.]
So much . . .
H-here . . .
[She takes his hand, presses it against her heart.]
[She embraces him with all of her remaining strength, holding onto him, not wanting to let go, reminding herself that he is there, and that he is real . . . not dead. Not gone.]
I love you . . . so m-much . . . so so much and . . . I'd . . . what I would have g-given . . . t-that you didn't have to go through that . . . feel t-that . . .
[Another shudder, another broken sob.]
M-Mitsuhide-san . . .
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Oh, Megumi-san...
[He closes his eyes and sighs, holding her to him, feeling her warmth and heartbeat]
I love you so, I would never want to see you suffer for me... though I would suffer for you, and I know you would do the same... but neither of us must suffer where it's not neessary. So please... it will be fine. We'll be fine... Megumi-san...
I promise...
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[She cries for a long while, until finally her tears are exhausted, and she lies limp in his arms, though still mindful of the wound that she had dressed.]
I love you . . .
[A tearful sniffle, and she wipes her dampened cheeks, whimpering softly as the wound on her face catches.]
Do you . . . still hurt? . . .
[A tremble of her lip.]
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[When he tears run dry, and she becomes still, he sighs gently, soothingly]
I love you too.
[He manage to smile just slightly]
I... am fine, Megumi-san.
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[A small sniffle.]
Well . . . if you're certain? . . .
[She lays in his arms for a while, just taking in in his warmth, his proximity . . . placing her hand over his gently.]
[A bite of her lip, before she turns her palm open, wincing at the abrasions on her hands. She knows that she should probably clean them, and bandage them, as well as the cuts on her limbs and on her cheek . . . and she should probably change her tattered kimono . . . but she doesn't want to move just yet . . . doesn't want to leave his arms.]
[A quiet, shivering sigh.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[She whispers his name, just wanting to hear it, once again telling herself that he is there with her, holding her.]
[She intertwines her fingers with his, not minding the pain.]
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[Mitsuhide sighs softly, regarding her through concerned eyes. She is injured, and her cuts need tending to. While he appreciates that she needs to be near him right now, if she doesn't take care of her wounds they will only fester and get infected.]
Megumi-san... we really need to take care of your wounds. They might get infected, and then would take so much longer to heal.
[He looks softly at her, expression full of loss and concern and a hint of sadness]
Let me help you with that, alright?
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A-alright, Mitsuhide-san, though . . . you don’t have to . . . I . . . you’re hurt too-you shouldn’t strain yourself . . . I can . . . manage. . . . I’ll just . . . borrow your shower, clean them there . . . if that’s alright . . .
[She doesn’t tell him that she’s afraid to show him her wounds, because she doesn’t want to worry him.]
But I have . . . nothing to wear . . .
[She looks down at her torn and bloodied kimono.]
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[He sighs, concern alight in his eyes.]
Look at me. I only have one wound, I am... fine. It wouldn't be straining myself at all. Look... if you give me the key to your apartment, I'll go get you some clean clothes, and you go clean yourself up, cleanse those wounds, and I'll help you bandage them up when I come back.
[He strokes her hair and kisses her forehead again]
I love you. Let me help you now, alright?
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[Her tired eyes burn with more tears, and some of them manage to escape. A tremulous sigh, and she wipes them away, shaking her head.]
Don't go . . . please . . . I'll just borrow something from you . . . .
[She looks up at him pleadingly.]
I'm sorry, I just--don't leave . . . please . . .
[Her hands curl into his clothing, and she lets out a small, broken sound.]
[ooc; dearie, did you get my offline IM? *huggles* ♥]
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[He sighs softly... seeing that he should have expected it. He understands why. Seeing the one you love die... though they might come back the next day, just having that vision in your head...]
Alright, Megumi-san. My clothes will be too big for you, but... they will do for today. We can pin a kimono hem up, or something...
But you must let me help with your wounds, alright?
[He places his hands on her shoulder carefully]
[ooc: I did. ♥ I won't be able to get on much at all until the 2nd April (explain why then), but I will get on once a day briefly to finish this thread. ^^]
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[She looks up at him, a myriad of emotions flickering in her eyes, all bared for him to see. Her gaze is still tinted with the vestiges of fear and grief, and she averts her eyes as a wave of guilt washes over her--he was the one who was hurt, and yet she is the one who needs help. A bite to her lip, and a trembling pause, before she raises her eyes to his again, another heartbroken apology written there.]
Mitsuhide-san . . .
[However, alongside the fear and the grief and the guilt, shining visible in her gaze is her gratefulness, and her genuine relief and joy that he is there, alive, with her.]
[Another bite to her lip. She looks down at her damaged hands. She doesn't want Mitsuhide-san to worry about her . . . but she knows and feels that the act of tending to each other's wounds is something that would bring them both closer to mending from the terrible experience. Taking care of each other, seeing to and soothing each other's hurts--whether it be physical, emotional, or otherwise.]
[She nods trustingly against him, giving her acquiescence, thankful.]
[She lingers a moment in his embrace, not wanting to relinquish the closeness, the communion. She only reluctantly rises a few minutes later, swaying somewhat unsteadily on her feet with lingering exhaustion before she regains her balance.]
I love you . . . So much . . . Mitsuhide-san . . .
[Giving him one last lingering glance, she finally heads to his shower, disrobing of her damaged kimono and cleansing the wounds that she had sustained.]
[ooc; alright, dearie. *huggles* You take care, okay? And I'll talk to you soon! ♥ Miss you. ;_;]
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[I will have to move out eventually...]
[A sigh, and he finds himself going back to his room to collect a clean kimono for Megumi. A vision of wires flashes before his eyes before he shakes his head, composes himself and heads to his warderobe. First changing himself, removing a 'special item' from his discarded clothing, he then retrieves something for his beloved and retreats from the place quickly, leaving his sword where it lays on the floor for now.]
[Finding what he needs to fix the hems up temporarily, he does the work quickly and efficiently before laying it aside and taking the 'special item' out again.]
[In his era, the Western tradition of giving rings to propose is something unheard of it, but it is at least an idea he finds appealing. The one he had made is relatively simple; gold band and a very deep coloured amethyst, with two smaller clear gems set either side. It almost surprised him that he was able to tell the jeweller the size of her fingers, of her hand, so easily, and the resulting ring is beautiful. The piece is a symbol of eternal love, of engagement... one that can be viewed whenever its owner raises their hand. A lovely idea... but her hands are injured right now. He could not bear to give her such a thing if she were not able to wear it yet, which means things will have to be delayed for a while...]
[It's no good just staring at it...]
[Mitsuhide is saddened by this, but knowing it will be for the better in the end, hides the ring back in his robes and stands. Megumi has supplies for treating wounds with her... so, tea? Tea strikes him as a very good idea, especially when he recalls the chamomile and its supposed relaxing properties. Trying not to dwell too much, he stands and walks to the kitchen to go and make it.]
[ooc: ;___; ♥]
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