Ϟ ...i must've hit my head on that purge train.

[itonlydestroys]

Before she even knew she was awake, she knew her head must've done nothing short of imploded during the night. That was the only possible explanation for the exact throbbing, stinging, burning, aching sensation that had settled over the top foot and a half of her body. Not an exaggeration: It was a headache so strong that she could feel it down her

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A dream. At first, that's what it had felt like. He couldn't see the face, but he was kissing someone, and he liked it. I kissed a girl and I liked it Vague memories of a drunken night... There was something beside him, a source of warmth, and he kept his eyes shut and revelled in it, lost inbetween dream and reality. It felt good, it smelled good, the same scent that emanated from the beautiful stranger he was kissing in his mind. A lazy smile grew on his lips as the warmth shifted, but it quickly faded; it was going away

[itonlydestroys]

At the sounds of his cursing and his groaning, she knew he was either awake or would be pretty soon. Lightning couldn't quite figure out whether that was a good thing or a bad thing... Mostly because the line between 'good' and 'bad' currently applied to whether or not it would force her to uncurl. If this was a bad thing by those standards, though, that wasn't the best sign for 'in general', either.

'What the hell was that?' Yes, definitely awake. She couldn't find her tongue to answer quite yet, sorry. Though she knew she should probably uncurl soon, for dignity's sake. 'Lightning?'

"My thoughts exactly," she replied, though to his first question rather than his second one, however belated. Her voice was slightly slower, but it wasn't slurred or quite pained--she made sure of that. And after a moment, with one hand smoothing her hair back, she sat up out of her embarrassingly fetal position, though she didn't quite meet his gaze yet.

[winterization]

Well, that was a reassurance; of course, he didn't want her to suffer, but the fact that she seemed as affected as he was a relief in itself. At least it meant he hadn't dreamed anything, or wasn't about to die; no, and even though it most likely felt like it, he was simply hungover

[itonlydestroys]

Unfortunately for Snow, she noticed that look. Stare, more like, though it didn't last quite long enough to be an official stare. But fortunately for Snow, she was in too much cranial pain to bother calling him on it--to soothe the side that still objected, she reasoned that he was probably so hung-over that he still wasn't responsible for his own actions.

But (back to unfortunately), that got her thinking about her own actions. Again. And this time, in a lucidity that her newly-awakened self hadn't been able to achieve. It was no small mercy that her headache was strong enough to drown out too much thought... And when you find her glad for a skull-splitting ache, you know you've got something to worry about. 'Guess you weren't drunk enough to miss, huh!' If he was going to open his mouth right now and say something that couldn't possibly be any less than painfully loud, it would've been great if he hadn't insisted on bringing up the previous night. Her gaze followed his, up to where her uniform sat, ringed thoroughly in bulletholes

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"Hey!" he protested instantly, and regretted it almost immediately after the sound of his own voice rang in his ears, making his head throb even more. Well, he had to defend his honor, hadn't he? Even though the pain was fogging his senses, he still wondered why she was still throwing random insults at him when all he had wanted was to make sure she was fine. Of course, he knew she wasn't, but just out of kindness - because this was Snow, after all - he'd had to ask