Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.

[puisne_turk]

Who: Elena | Sephiroth | Yazoo | Tseng and Co.
When: Day 65 - midmorning; after this post and this call.
Location: Shinra Manor, Nibelheim
Rating: PG-13 / R (depending on the level of gore and language)
Summary: Caught during her inspection of Shinra Manor, Elena is held hostage by Yazoo and forced to heal the injured Sephiroth until the cavalry

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Tag: Elena or Yazoo (not fussed)

[sephiroth_san]

Wasn't it time that these scratches should not be burning anymore

[puisne_turk]

Elena heard once, long ago, that when things are bad, people take comfort in the thought that they could always be worse. And when they are, people find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better. The fleeting moment of hope was diminished by the near inaudible squeak, the pull and twisting of leather. A muscle beneath her eye twitched. Sephiroth was awake and, no thanks to her handiwork, moving around. Of course, his movements were slower and less lethal

[sephiroth_san]

Sephiroth smirked as he noticed her lift her head up again in the corner of the reflection. He flicked the excess water from his fingertips and then answered her.

"He's around" Sephiroth would be the one to know of course, the location of his brother at all times. "I wasn't aware you were so fond of him."

The hair-raising effect his voice had usually seemed dampened in comparison to when they had last spoken, perhaps this was a sign the Turk was looking for. Despite himself he turned to look more in Elena's direction-

Ugh- The grunt was swallowed as soon as the pain registered and Sephiroth stopped in his tracks, right hand pressed firmly against the newly stitched up scar which had become uncovered in his sleep. It felt like there was something solid and hot wedged in there but once that spike of pain had subsided and Sephiroth looked down over his hand; it wasn't like it was bleeding again. Just weeping clear fluid. Quickly he recomposed himself and glanced to Elena once more and then to the closed nearby door. She hadn't made

[puisne_turk]

She would have jumped, given the sudden response to her unspoken question, had she not already been aware of his presence in the room. Instead of a whole body flinch, her head snapped to face his directly, blonde hair shaking with the movement against her cheek. Her eyes narrowed in digust.

"I'm not fond of him," she corrected. "Like you, I prefer knowing where all the pawns are."

Eyebrows lifted just slightly. He sounded awful. Okay, 'awful' was a bit of a over-exaggeration. But he sounded worse than before. A positive sign, coupled with his sudden pausing and inspection of one of his wounds, and Elena would take it. Her body leaned back against the wall behind her, one leg stretching out in front of her, her hands resting on her other knee. She was amused, watching him as he looked from her to the door.

"Expecting me to run?" she asked, head cocking slightly to the side. "I could try, if you're disappointed. But I'm sure Yazoo would take advantage of the situation and make it so I couldn't take care of you anymore."