for peace of mind (open!!)

[thenobledie]

Who: everyone and their hopefully still living mothers...
When: June 1st and onward
Where: EVERYWHERE
Format: action or prose, whichever works!
What: The war is over, and everyone can relax. Or cry. Whichever.
Warnings: n/a?

PATROL HEADQUARTERS

THE DOJO

THE CLINIC

( ooc | did the major locations! but add others, and i will update the entry with

Comments

[closed? and so belated ;;]

[sonvisage]

[Any injuries she'd sustained were long gone before reaching the clinic - this was for Remus' benefit only. She's slipped into silence as they approach the doors, so it's with a wordless look of expectance that she manages to convince the boy leaving that he should back up and hold the door for the both of them.

She'll let Remus lean on her as long as he has need of it - her grip up until this point has been strong, but will loose itself as they pass the threshold, as she steps back just a bit.

Fingertips brushing the edge of his collar as they recede, tucking in toward her side as she folds her arms, still silent.]

[closedish plus Shirley!]

[lumenrelegandus]

[He honestly thought he'd been propping her up. At least partially. That just showed how skewed his sense of balance reality was right now.

The conjured splint had held his arm well enough to fight back-to-back with Io against the hellcats; but that, plus having apparated into an Abyssal surge, plus the knock on the head from the subsequent building damage, plus battle-ending drain of adrenaline, without which flooded the exhaustion he'd been keeping at bay for several days…]

You should have Shirley look at you to make sure you're all right, [he murmured, obviously forgetting she could heal herself; and vice very clearly versa]

[closedish plus Shirley!]

[sonvisage]

I'm fine. Not even a scratch.

[A pause as she looks down and away at the the frayed ruin of her clothing. She'd been sensible for once, so it's not as if she's terribly fond of this outfit, or would even mourn its loss for more than a moment. Even though that moment has passed, she adds:]

Is she also a seamstress?

[See how cavalier she is? She's fine, okay?]

[thenobledie]

Hardly.

[and as if knowing she was spoken of, shirley emerges from a hallway and appears to their right. because well...she did know! her usual authoritative presence has slacked some, tiredness seeping into her posture. the dried and still drying blood upon her gown probably makes her look more haunting, though.]

[sonvisage]

You'll look at him and make sure he's well? Make him rest if he needs to?

[Yes, she's still as unhappy as your cards bespoke, Shirley. She doesn't want to leave him here at all, but that's weak, and fuck him for making her feel weak. Or making her feel anything at all. She's already told herself she's washed her hands of them - of these feelings - even said it out loud and to the dog, so why aren't they gone?

Can't they just be gone?]

[thenobledie]

[oh, lust. the future will come to pass soon.]

Of course.

[does she sound slightly pitying? sorry about that.]

[sonvisage]

[If the feelings can't be gone at least she can, and she is, with a last look back. There's worry and hurt underneath the surface of it, but it slips away as quickly as she does and then there's just

...nothing.]

[lumenrelegandus]

[Lupin falls forward a bit onto Shirley's supporting arm. His energy's seeping out, almost visibly, through the pain of his broken arm, and some internal bleeding he hasn't noticed; and he's not quite conscious enough to realise that it's not Io he's holding any more, that she's not even in the room, for he murmurs to Shirley as if she's her,]

I was never able to rest here without you… how could you save me again when I repaid you so poorly for it the first time… and if you really cared a jot about clothing right now I'd eat my wand…

[he stumbles and winces and his eyes stay closed]

[thenobledie]

[...this is so awkward, wow. being mistaken for someone else? so much easier when someone is dying. lupin is not dying. what do. so she hesitates for several seconds and then, leads him somewhere to sit without a word. slow as necessary, too.]

[lumenrelegandus]

[the processes of sitting makes him grunt in pain. Healer, heal thyself…? or find someone to do it for you.]

[thenobledie]

[natch! which means shirley is raising her hand to him, hovering it above his collar bone, for her magic to work his entire body.]

[lumenrelegandus]

[watching her cast her magic from across the room, he's always been able to feel it. That was nothing compared to having it cast on him. Warmth and serene euphoria, every fibre that's been tensed or bent melting into perfect alignment, dissolution of pain, thoughts fade to perfect emptiness. He sinks onto the surface where he's been placed and slips seamlessly into what he's needed and denied for days: sleep.]

[thenobledie]

[satisfied with that outcome, shirley makes sure he won't fall on the floor or something equally disastrous - then, leaves him to rest. she can handle the clinic alone a while longer.]