Weapon Assessment and Health... Alba shook his head. Those were words you didn't usually see together, and given the situation, he felt more than a little ill reading them that way. It was not long ago that he was reminding Jinx she was human, and not just some living weapon. And here she was, in a ward that brought to mind that very chilling concept. He was glad for a moment that he didn't work for the AMC. He might start getting offended
( ... )
The knock on the door came and she looked away from it, clenching her fists and taking as deep of a breath she could in her condition. Hearing his footsteps coming toward her, getting a whiff of leather, the first smile in what seemed like weeks tugged at her lips. When he set down whatever he was carrying, she finally brought her eyes up to him and was immediately caught in how much she had missed him. Jinx had to fight with herself to keep that feeling of choking sobs in her throat down. And at his greeting, she laughed, softly because of the pain it caused, giving him a Mona Lisa smile. "Hey, at least I have color in my face." Even if it was from bruises, it was true. Alba was not looking well, just as pale as Jushirou had been
( ... )
"I know, I know..." Alba looked back to her, gaining his composure enough to give her another smile. "You're Jinx the Invincible, just like you always have been." He said nothing to the idea of himself being in her spot; he knew, not being the strong stuff that she was, he would likely be dead by now. "Doesn't mean I'm not happy to see you alive, all the same." When he began to rise again, only to feel her bury herself against him, he stopped, letting out a deep breath as he began to stroke her hair.
"...I'm not ready to let you go, either." This time, the smile was sad, but honest. He knew she was going to die; likely sooner than he would. He'd come to terms with that. But he also knew that it was still some time off that she would die, or be killed; she still had years ahead...they still had years ahead. His other hand wiped at his eyes, at the burning tears he refused to let loose, before dropping to her back, gently brushing the visible skin. She was pretty neatly stitched-and-wrapped, and Alba hoped it would stay that way until
( ... )
She shivered at his touch, every sensation reminding her that she was still alive. Since Freeman took the first slash at her, the way she perceived the world had changed. Somehow, she felt as if she should not be alive right now, that she was really dead somewhere. Even the pain could not remind her she had lived through this. Only the touch of the people she was close to... everything about Alba, him being there made her know for certain she was not yet dead. There was too much she had left to do on this earth, and she had plenty of time to think about that while staring at the surrounding walls. There was too much she owed Alba to leave just yet
( ... )
Comments 10
Reply
Reply
"...I'm not ready to let you go, either." This time, the smile was sad, but honest. He knew she was going to die; likely sooner than he would. He'd come to terms with that. But he also knew that it was still some time off that she would die, or be killed; she still had years ahead...they still had years ahead. His other hand wiped at his eyes, at the burning tears he refused to let loose, before dropping to her back, gently brushing the visible skin. She was pretty neatly stitched-and-wrapped, and Alba hoped it would stay that way until ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment