Plip..plp. Fllp. The sound of the rag in clean, cool water. He folded
it over and wrung it, hands twisting counters. He turned his body toward
the sleeping person, effeminate figure traced in beige linens. He leaned
over her, casting a gray shadow.
" Hnn.. No!" Whff! A gentle, muffled smack as he snapped his
forearm up, catching the lunging wrist in a strong, hard hand, but grasping
it as though he expected it to be made of chicken bones. He leaned in a bit
in the case that she collapsed on him. A shadow dropped down from where his
dark bangs hung over his face, casting darkness over both violet eyes. A
smirk unlike any previous laid itself out, in full blossom it was no longer
a smirk, but a smile that seemed alien and strange on his face: as though
it changed his very identity. His right hand glided up not more than a
moment after the sound, slipping under curved tassels of sky-blue hair, and
eclipsing a scarlet ovalesque marking, palm down. Her body went slightly
limp, it relaxed, and she let a perplexed mumble of a whimper, melting
down.
"Easy, there. 'Looks like your fever's gone." Came the voice, unmistakable even without the usual venom, and the strange warm curl of a smile. Aside from that announcement, the only sound was the rippling in the basin of water on a nightstand, and the hot wind outside, and inside somewhere, catching on a plank and letting it flap and tap without rhythm. Her eyes, wide and as blue as your bluest sky cleared, the haze of a concussion wilting like a flower in the desert. The eyelock passed on casually for a few moments.. While his eyes were calm and foreign to reputation, hers were mucked in turmoil and confusion. With a relieved sigh, she dropped back into a sit on the plush mattress, still gazing up at the fuzzy edges of her caretaker, the light behind him took all of the crispness from his outline, molding a mass-murderer into a seraph.
The door creaked, and she stood in it, hands limp at each side, one raising a little when she tilted her head to one side. He could see her refracted twice in his mug when he gazed down at it. After lifting his chin again, he tossed his head vaguely and tilted said mug towards the end of the hollow room where the geometrical light patterns from the windows had long trailed into shadow. There stood a cardtable, a cloth, metallic thermos, and a cup identical to her company's. With a raspy hum of acknowledgment, she slackly lifted both, filling the cup halfway. Turning with a trace of grogginess, she watched the dust drift in the almost- tangible ribbons of light that stood taut between the wooden floor and frameless window edges.
"Reese.." This swallowed up her attention like an explosion, and she raised her chin swiftly, staring. That was the first time.. It wasn't monumental to anyone else. But it was the first time his voice had lacked malice and spite when forming her name. "I'm sorry." His voice lingered for a moment, there. "But I'm afraid your zoid was beyond help." Her blank stare cracked, eyes widening with a drawn gasp. A strangled whimper drawled out as she dropped her eyes, frowning and shivering slightly. Red and sepia memories assaulted her, she wobbled a bit when she recalled standing in front of a kneeling Raven, and her flat, terrifying conversation with Hiltz. Everything after that time was light, heat, and dreaming.
"Specular..."
"Hrrnh?" A windy gurgle, the blue organoid dipped it's head through a hole punched in the roof and ceiling, strange tri-clawed appendages gripping the uneven edges. Abruptly, she lifted her head, jaw dropped in shock. The organoid tilted it's head animalistic, and the zoidian girl let out a curt giggle, beaming childishly up at the biomechanical dinosaur, and taking a testy sip of the brew. But then again.. The formidable crossbreed of a Genobreaker and 'Saurer that she'd had was completely obliterated, then. A scowl. "That Hiltz! He'll pay for this.."
Raven took a sober drink from his cooling mug.
"Easy, there. 'Looks like your fever's gone." Came the voice, unmistakable even without the usual venom, and the strange warm curl of a smile. Aside from that announcement, the only sound was the rippling in the basin of water on a nightstand, and the hot wind outside, and inside somewhere, catching on a plank and letting it flap and tap without rhythm. Her eyes, wide and as blue as your bluest sky cleared, the haze of a concussion wilting like a flower in the desert. The eyelock passed on casually for a few moments.. While his eyes were calm and foreign to reputation, hers were mucked in turmoil and confusion. With a relieved sigh, she dropped back into a sit on the plush mattress, still gazing up at the fuzzy edges of her caretaker, the light behind him took all of the crispness from his outline, molding a mass-murderer into a seraph.
The door creaked, and she stood in it, hands limp at each side, one raising a little when she tilted her head to one side. He could see her refracted twice in his mug when he gazed down at it. After lifting his chin again, he tossed his head vaguely and tilted said mug towards the end of the hollow room where the geometrical light patterns from the windows had long trailed into shadow. There stood a cardtable, a cloth, metallic thermos, and a cup identical to her company's. With a raspy hum of acknowledgment, she slackly lifted both, filling the cup halfway. Turning with a trace of grogginess, she watched the dust drift in the almost- tangible ribbons of light that stood taut between the wooden floor and frameless window edges.
"Reese.." This swallowed up her attention like an explosion, and she raised her chin swiftly, staring. That was the first time.. It wasn't monumental to anyone else. But it was the first time his voice had lacked malice and spite when forming her name. "I'm sorry." His voice lingered for a moment, there. "But I'm afraid your zoid was beyond help." Her blank stare cracked, eyes widening with a drawn gasp. A strangled whimper drawled out as she dropped her eyes, frowning and shivering slightly. Red and sepia memories assaulted her, she wobbled a bit when she recalled standing in front of a kneeling Raven, and her flat, terrifying conversation with Hiltz. Everything after that time was light, heat, and dreaming.
"Specular..."
"Hrrnh?" A windy gurgle, the blue organoid dipped it's head through a hole punched in the roof and ceiling, strange tri-clawed appendages gripping the uneven edges. Abruptly, she lifted her head, jaw dropped in shock. The organoid tilted it's head animalistic, and the zoidian girl let out a curt giggle, beaming childishly up at the biomechanical dinosaur, and taking a testy sip of the brew. But then again.. The formidable crossbreed of a Genobreaker and 'Saurer that she'd had was completely obliterated, then. A scowl. "That Hiltz! He'll pay for this.."
Raven took a sober drink from his cooling mug.