yves & Wiš'adel

[noirges]

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week 2, thursday

[noirges]

[ i disappear for capitalism soon but he will be over to check on her! where she! ]

[sarkazm]

[SOMEWHERE idk where she's going to end up to get checked over but she'll have been bandaged and all.

when he shows up, she stays quiet, watching him warily.]

[noirges]

[ okay!! yves just smiles ]

Hi... I'm Yves. I heard you weren't feeling well, so I wanted to check on you. Is that okay?

[sarkazm]

Only if you quit talking like that.

[she may be (redacted) but she's still the same in some ways...]

[noirges]

People keep saying this but it is just how I talk...

[sarkazm]

...right. Sure. I feel fine, just so you know.

[noirges]

I don't doubt that.

Could you remind me of your name, though? Wanna make sure I get it right.

[ since she hated being called mademoiselle before ]

[sarkazm]

[and she would still hate that, so he's valid.]

It's Griefblade.

[noirges]

[ he should be given an award for not outwardly reacting at all to these fucking names ]

Nice to meet you properly, Griefblade.

Can I ask what you remember just coming from...?

[sarkazm]

Some kind of... trial, I think. A mission.

[noirges]

Oh...? What mission did you have?

[sarkazm]

To find and destroy something, but... we didn't know what it would be.

[noirges]

Did you find it?

[sarkazm]

...yeah. Yeah, we found 'em.

[noirges]

[ he doesn't like the sound of "'eem"

he frowns ]

... Was it... a cruel mission?

[ he's really just guessing here ]

[sarkazm]

Seems like it! But I think...

[her brow furrows-- struggling to recall something, before finally landing on it.]

I think everything that they did was that way.

[noirges]

[ . . . frowns

and offers her a hand to hold? ]

[sarkazm]

[looking down at that hand like she has no idea what to do with it]

[noirges]

[ smiles gently ]

You don't have to take it.

But sometimes... I think it can be nice, to hold onto another person in a way that doesn't hurt.

[sarkazm]

[well. wiš'adel with memories would refuse on principle. without-?

she sort of remembers, vaguely, the sense that there had been a person who seemed to care. someone who she, in turn, had been forced to hurt. who she'd forgotten. she definitely cannot remember touching anyone in a nonviolent way.

after a long pause, she accepts it, because what the hell-- she might as well try it out.

(she's missing a couple fingers across both hands btw.)]

[noirges]

[ WIS'ADEL YOUR HANDSLKSJDFKLSJF

yves's hold is gentle. he doesn't do anything to squeeze or jostle her remaining fingers or palm, instead letting his own fingers just curl so very lightly over hers in a featherlight hold she can still escape from ]

... I'm glad you made it here alive. I'm sorry for the hurt it must've taken to make the journey.

[sarkazm]

Don't push your luck.

[getting sappy on her... ew...

but it's-- okay, it's not so bad, she guesses. especially the way it's left light, not something to entrap her in (never again, ever, nobody else controls her.)

she doesn't tighten the hold at all, but she also doesn't pull away.]

[noirges]

I'm only being honest, thank you for enduring it.

[ but he'll take the paw hold for the win that it is... ]

Were the four of you together the whole time...? Or?

[sarkazm]

No. I was with that winged girl at first, but something-- must've happened.

I know something had to have happened, but I can't remember any of it.

[noirges]

... sounds frustrating, to experience something and then have to lose it anyway.