HURT & COMFORT RP [EXPANDED]
Hurt/Comfort - Hurt/comfort is a fan fiction genre that involves the physical pain or emotional distress of one character, who is cared for by another character. The injury, sickness or other kind of hurt allows an exploration of the characters and their relationship.
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[ She only hoped she managed to cut the power to the sunlamps in his cell as well. ]
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But the feeling of lights and plugs breaking contact, fading from communication, brings him back. Hermes doesn't open his eyes - hasn't for a while. But he hears the hum - the sunlamps still shine. His cell is soundproof, and he's long been deprived of sustenance. Maybe raiding Epimelios wasn't the brightest idea.]
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[ The offices on the ground floor were empty, and the sounds of the distraction generated by her tactical group were echoing down the halls as she found the emergency stairwell. Opening the door into the basement, she swore softly.]
Aaaah, fish on a bicycle!
[ Of course they had a separate power source for the labs. A second look gave her hope, though - these were the emergency lights only. From the shambles the lab was in, she guessed the usual occupants had left in a hurry. ]
[ It was past time to get Him out. The door to His cell was locked when the power was cut, but the battery unit she carried did the trick. The light inside the cell was blinding to her, and they had Him under these for weeks? Her anger fueled her strength as she disabled the control panel. ]
You called for a ride?
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I was waiting for that. Took you long enough.
[Hermes stands up, a little slowly. His face is gaunt, glows faint, and his left eyelids have skin missing - a small triangular cut in each, won't be noticeable until he opens his eyes at close proximity. Slimmed muscles as well, especially in the arms and torso, and some parts of his skin have a stony, grainy texture. But he's quick to throw on a guise. A woman - one of the workers here. His eyes are still closed. He takes a step towards the door, towards Ilsa. He's silent for a moment, then laughs thinly.]
You even brought a diversion party! I'm
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Dad's book-club was looking for a night out. We don't want to stay here too much longer, even if they are winning.
[ Her voice is tight with anger at the facility, and worry over His diminished physique. She had many questions as to how this had happened, but they could wait until they had Him at the safe-house, and he felt like telling the tale. ]
[ She leads Him to the stairwell, and away from the lights. Fumbling in her jacket pocket, she gives Him her sunglasses. ]
Don't open your eyes until you have to, but this might help if you do.
[ They made it to the loading dock just as the fire alarm sounded. ]
I'm surprised they kept Otto from setting anything alight this long. The car is over here.
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Going to the ER, just to make sure.
[ Helping Hermes into the car, she murmurs, ] Don't worry about it, just relax and buckle up.
[ She waves to the worker, and quickly drives off. ]
The car's a rental, and I can have someone drop it in the lot after it's been cleaned. The guy who signed the paperwork for the car won't be seen again for a year or two.
[ A shame, because that beard had served her well. ]
I'm sorry I didn't find You sooner.
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...When did you start looking?
[Hermes won't be casting off his guise soon.]
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[ It hurts to admit it took her four months to realize He was in trouble, and not just distracted by one of His questions. ]
You don't really have a set schedule, or a regular address. You've disappeared for longer times, but...
[ Just admitting she missed His company sounded so weak, even to herself. ]
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You started missing me?
[In truth, Hermes had been held in that place for far less than a year. During most of his absence he'd retained his guide aspect as his single tie to divinity. And he had run into many troubles, made many mistakes, learned of and saw things that disheartened him. His wasted state wasn't brought purely by the experiments.]
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[ Her knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, as she fights to control her voice, thinking that He is still resting His eyes. ]
As much as it may amuse You to find out, I've been quite attached to You for some time.
[ She hasn't taken her eyes off the road. She doesn't dare look at Him for this. ]
Even if You can be the rudest cuss ever and the patron god of Attention Deficit Disorder, I didn't spend the better part of a year trying to find you because of any hope of patronage, o-or because of the world needs Hermes, but because I missed you.
[ She isn't aware that she's no longer talking about the deity, but the personality behind the divinity. ]
I missed you. I wanted your company, a-and...
[ Not going to cry, dangit... ]
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I sometimes think Lorenz's term for sensitive dependence on initial conditions was inspired by your reaction to a butterfly migration path.
[ Still focused on the road and the worsening weather, her voice becomes quieter, perhaps attempting to mask her emotional state. ]
Maybe it's just because I'm unable to follow the multiple paths thoughts can take when they're in your head.
[ Another pause as navigates another intersection, then she speaks again. ]
Shoot, I can't figure out my head, these days.
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[One way to tell if Hermes is relaxed is if he says something that makes little to no sense. He's about to comment on Ilsa not figuring her head out, but decides his situation is more important.]
...Where are you taking me?
[He's back to looking out the window again.]
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We are going to an emergency room, but only as far as the parking lot. Trading vehicles, then on to a place to stay until we can figure out the next step,
[ She nearly says more, but clamps down on the rest of the thought. ]
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