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[iruledeadpeople]

WHO: Nico di Angelo (iruledeadpeople) and Mazikeen (daughterinexile)
WHERE: In the Lux, presumably.
WHEN: After the ginormous Godzilla log.
WARNINGS: Nothing in particular!
SUMMARY: Nico ends up overextending the hell out of himself during his part of the Godzilla fight; fortunately, Mazikeen is there to scowl at look after him.
FORMAT: Soooomething.

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[daughterinexile]

Mazikeen was not a gentle creature, nor was she was kind by nature; that was not her way, nor the way of any of her kin. She was, instead, as her mother had made her -- ire and fury and bitterness, all laced with sorrow; and beneath bone and blade and her perfect mask, at the very heart of herself, Mazikeen knew only one thing and one thing explicitly. And that one thing was loyalty

[iruledeadpeople]

It would be another hour before he finally approached something like consciousness. Otherwise, he slept the sleep of the dead--utterly still and silent, aside from the sound of his own breathing. Eventually, however, his eyes fluttered. His body shifted to one side, face frowning and fingers twitching. His mouth was terribly dry. It ached even to swallow, much less lift his head. So he did as little of either motion as he could.

"Ow," he murmured, eyes blinking open. Where was he? How long had he been out? Had they won? He'd get to those questions in a moment. Maybe after he felt well enough to get his mouth to actually work properly.

[daughterinexile]

When Nico finally stirred, Mazikeen tilted her head to one side to look at him, brushing her hair back behind one shoulder to expose the bare half of her face. Beyond that, however, she did not make move; she was not here to dote on him, after all. Turning her attention to the glass that sat on the end-table, she concentrated on the water held within it -- shifting the individual molecules to rearrange them in a much more tightly-held structure. A few cubes of ice began to solidify, like melting in reverse. They bobbed slightly in the glass, making a faint tinkling sound, before she looked again at Nico. The corner of her mouth tightened in what was clearly dissatisfaction.

"Self-discipline," she said firmly, assuming his mind would fill in the rest.

[iruledeadpeople]

A voice, and another sound. Whose? Nico turned his head just enough to see Mazikeen's dissatisfied look. The memories of the past few hours flooded back into him--fighting Godzilla, tipping past his own power thresholds. That coupled with her comment was more than enough to make him wince again. He'd severely overdone it this time, hadn't he. His body would have told him as much even if Mazikeen hadn't. And after he'd promised not to push himself...

Nico looked away. Stared at another point on the wall; realized that he was likely somewhere in the bar. He couldn't tell where, exactly. "Yeah," he said, after a moment. His tone was quiet. "I know."