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haibanerenmei2016-02-25 08:47 pm
refusedtoleave) wrote in haibanerenmei2016-02-25 08:47 pm
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She accidentally went ice skating(Open)
Around evening time any Haibane near the entrance of the old home might hear a loud yell and rapidly beating wings that cut off after a second by a dull thud.
Anyone who checked wouldn't have much trouble finding her on the path just outside. A small patch of leftover ice wasn't too far off.
She wasn't hurt too seriously, it wasn't enough to stop her from already trying to push herself back up. Her right hand doing most the work, there was a wince when she tried to use the left to pull at the fabric.
Nagame didn't look when someone appeared, instead she chose to ignore them. Just let them go back to what they were doing. Her hair was doing a good job at hiding her face anyway.
[Wildcard] {This is partly dependent on what happens in the above tag. But Nagame can be found sulking around the old home in the afternoons, she'll mostly be in the living room. Otherwise, she'll be working at the cafe.
For characters that know first aid, its a sprained wrist.}
[1st; I hope it's okay to reply?]
He rushed quickly out, tossing a jacket haphazardly over sleepwear, one wing poking out at an odd angle, but found nothing as exciting as what he expected, but... it's a familiar face at least.]
Hm, favouring the right, the attempt at using the left is quickly abandoned.]
Hello again. You fell on your own this time, huh?
Here. This way, we'll be even.
[Offering his hand comes after a delay... and he initially does this standing, before he thinks to kneel and support the arm she can't use .]
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Not her though. From the moment he mentioned their change of roles she'd lifted her head and starting glaring. She ignores the offered hand and shakily rises.
She doesn't say anything, she just keeps scowling. Nagame didn't appreciate what she took as a joke at her expense.]
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... I—
Sorry? [A very small, strained voice.] I was trying to make a joke.
[Why does she always have to make him feel so bad? It's like setting off a testy teacher or a mom...]
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I hardly think this is a joking matter.
[sorry for the long delay! ^^;;; ... and they are too stubborn, both of them]
[Right. Well, he'll just have to set aside his own feelings too, then. There's no reason to act embarrassed or frightened; she held no power over him and she was injured, too.
He turned.]
Well, since you didn't need any help getting up, I suppose you won't need any help getting back inside or tending to it either.
[Alright, so maybe he didn't go entirely cold: that tone was just a bit sulky. It was rare that he offered kindness, he didn't like having it rejected.]
No problem, I lost my internet ;-; and they really are, it kills Nat more than once
[She wasn't going to drop that unless he apologized. Even if it was minor to some.
For now Nagame wasn't even looking at him. Instead, she was keeping her gaze just above the top of his head, looking over the top of him.
Her right hand gingerly prodded her wrist making her wince again, but it didn't seem to be broken.]
I don't see how I'd need help getting inside.
1/2 ack, I'm sorry! Is yours back yet? Poor thing, I rather liked her when I read the first chapter
[He just walks away, leaving Nagame to her crude self-inspection. Wasn't that surprisingly simple?]
2/2 he still wants to take care of her ^^;;;
The strangest thing might be that there were bandages tied haphazardly and loosely around his poorly taken care of wings, still stained from the day they grew in (although they've lost a lot of the gore and intensity of colour with Mondlicht's help). Hard to tell if they were injured or if he simply disliked them that much.]
It's not as bad as it was. EP1 will always be a rollercoaster for me
She lifted her head and scowling before she even realises who it is. The look hardly changes when she does.]
...What is it?
that's good! ;3;
[They're... surrounded by ice and snow, but he seemed to think it was a good idea to make anyway.
(He's never had to deal with snow before, not really.)
He offered the bundle, moved awkwardly to sit in front of her (one of his feet half-slipped out of his shoe, curiously sockless&mdas; did he forget to wear one or is it in that weird bundle of clothes?).
He immediately starts pulling away the already unravelled bandages from his wings.]
Don't worry, they're clean.
My feathers are stained that way.
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Her mouth opened to speak, but then closed again without saying anything. Just what was he doing? Instead, she says the first thing that pops into her mind with a frown.]
Tie your shoes properly, you'll get a cold...
[The bandages draw her attention to him again.]
How long have you been wearing them?
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[The concerned comment catches him off-guard and he smirks.]
Didn't know you cared.
[But he tightens the laces all the same, before moving to tend to her hand, preparing to wrap it— unless she has objections?]
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So those ones are clean then? Why do you even need them you don't look injured...
[She didn't move away, but she didn't move to help or make it any easier. She's too busy peering at him, trying to spot why.]
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I don't... like having wings. [His responses are still direct, but he shifts his gaze and drops his voice some, before focusing on bandaging her injury instead of meeting her gaze.
I get that haibane aren't angels, but I still don't feel like one. Like I got these by mistake.
It feels wrong, fake... [He looks surprised by how much he's said and quiets, wondering why he felt compelled to say all that.]
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It sounds like everyone feels that way. At least for awhile... [She bit her lip. The 'older' haibane didn't seem bothered by the wings at all. Her own wings fluttered weakly.]
In any case they're real enough. And I doubt wrapping them in bandages will hide them. [It didn't sound comfortable anyway.]
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It sounded like he felt like this place was a gift. He didn't want to reject it.
[When he finished bandaging her (somewhat clumsily, it's a little too tight, but otherwise, surprisingly sturdy and well-supported! ... must've learned how in the process of trying to hide those wings).
He looked back at his dishevelled wings, feathers ruffled and some sticking at odd angles. He reached back to try and smooth them out, a bit half-heartedly, the action freeing up a few feathers that had been shed but were prevented from falling by the bandages.
He held them in his hands, eyeing them skeptically.]
What do you think of them, your wings? And this place? I know you wanted to know what lay beyond the walls too...
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[She couldn't imagine anyone would be happy with how the things grew.
She's studying the bandages now with pursed lips. But after a few seconds and a few attempts at flexing her fingers she seems content. Enough that she isn't complaining.
She only just looked back in time to see a few feathers fall. She sighed before answering.]
Well... They'd be more useful if they worked. They've been quite inconvenient so far.
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His worn-out wings beat once. He stayed quiet for a time, then asked, quietly and deliberately, an unreadable expression on his face.]
... hey, if you woke up one day and you could fly... would you fly over the wall, like the birds? Even if nobody else could?
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Why wouldn't I? If I can fly one way then there's no reason why I can't come back.
[1/2]
Because I can't follow. [He cut in with utmost seriousness, suddenly leaning forward, placing his hands on hers, the gravity only broken by a confused blink when the rest of her words registered in his mind.]
[2/2]
... you'd... come back?
[While he does look quite shocked and seems to be coming back to his senses, he hasn't moved an inch away yet. If he's embarrassed, the sudden, intrusive closeness doesn't factor into it at all.]
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Nagame gave him a glare once she collected herself.]
Don't be ridiculous! You have wings of your own, you could leave just as easily.
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Oh, you were assuming we both could... yes, in that case, I would.
But, I meant if only you could, would you?
Try not to move it so much. It won't heal so easily.
[Then, don't grab her hands! Either that was a bad joke or he was surprisingly oblivious in some areas.]
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I'm sure that you'd be able to as well. Why wouldn't you? [Other than the squished feathers she couldn't see a reason.
She grits her teeth at the other comment. She doesn't comment, not until a few seconds later.] That's rather difficult when someone starts tugging on my arm.
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Maybe I wouldn't have the strength. Or maybe, even if I did, it wouldn't be enough. If I'm going to do something, I want to give it everything I've got. That's basic, isn't it?
I don't like doing things halfway...
Maybe I'd be too stubborn to leave until I've perfected it.
It might be too late then.
[He's giving this an awful lot of thought.]
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The frown softens as he goes on, even if it's still there by the time he's done. She might still be irritated but he was just a child.]
You wouldn't be alone there. Even if our wings were big enough for flight, we'd at least want to know how to use them before trying to go over the wall.
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Then... when and if our wings grow big enough to fly with, shall we have a competition?
Just to test them out, we could fly from over Old Home. [He pointed back in its direction.] All the way to the edge of the woods... and back again!
[Despite (or perhaps, precisely due to) the utmost seriousness he described this imaginary competition, hand sailing through the air to illustrate, wings fluttering from excitement, he certainly was a child still.]
It's cold out here, so...
It won't be any good if I train just my wings, I need to build up my strength. I'll take you home. I'll be careful not to hurt you, this time. [He's not trying to compare her to a heavy weight to be lifted, really, his rudeness is all quite unintentional at the moment, he's making the offer in earnest!]
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...I think you'd win that competition, with all your energy.
[Despite that her wings gave a small flutter. Then her hand fell to start brushing imaginary wrinkles out of clothes. Any traces of the smile were gone. She'd replaced it with a stern glare.]
I'd be fine. Even if I can only make it over the wall, I'd be fine walking after that.
[She isn't even going to point out that they don't know where home is. And for his sake she's going assume he was referring to her height.]
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That statement, coupled with the smile, colours his cheeks again, but he gives a crooked smile back.
That is until, she misunderstands what he meant. He blinks first, then, the smile is more awkward. Oh, he should've paced himself, shouldn't he have? It's no good, how fast he talks the rare times he's excited,]
I... I meant right now, you know— I'll help take you to Old Home. You're kind of injured. I figured you could use the help right now.
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...We should be getting inside now. It's starting to get cold out. [Look how red he was getting. It wasn't bothering her too much, but it was surprising how he wasn't shivering.]
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Not treating them as part of himself, he could even ignore that they were trembling, stiffening from the sudden introduction of bitter cold onto weak, seldom-used muscles.]
We should.
[He takes her uninjured hand in his own. His felt a bit colder, this time. He let go a second after he realized he'd done it, though, but he stayed near in case she needed support. He looked a bit awkward and stiff, frowning like he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words. How to help?]
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[She tried to keep her hands together in front of herself, even if she couldn't clasp them like she usually would. She dipped her head towards him, then started walking... Or limping.
Either way she was going to go around any icy patches they came across. Other than that Nagame walked briskly to the entrance. She just wanted to sit down and get warm at this point.
Depending on how quick the boy walked he might get left behind.]
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Would they get inside without incident?]
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The front door is another matter. Mostly because she'd grasped the handle with her bad hand. Stifling a gasp she swapped them and tried again.
She'd turned the handle and opened it by a few centimeters. Then turned to make sure he wasn't too far away. Leaving the door open too long probably wasn't the best idea.]
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He tried to hide it, how much the running and stumbling took out of him, equally as stubborn and prideful, but even if he made little sound, his nostrils flared and his shoulders shook, and he just about collapsed into a chair when he got inside. (Did he hang the right name tag? Whatever).
At least it was warm here...
He kept watching her from the corner of his eye, though.
Oh, and he sure did track snow on the nice, (previously) clean wooden floor. That's going to melt and make a potentially dangerous mess. Why are his shoes still on anyway?]
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Instead, she busied herself with starting the kettle and starting to make tea. A difficult task with only one hand. She managed though. The movements were too instinctive for the hand to be much of an issue.
With the cups ready and the kettle boiling she grabs a mop and makes an attempt at clearing the hazard. A bucket would be useful now...]
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...
Do you think you had a family?
You feel like a mom.
[Alright, so maybe asking that was just as bad— but, upon realizing he might give the wrong impression, he quickly clarified:] Like, you'd make a good mom, I mean. [To someone else. A kid. Not him. He's hoping that was convincing enough...]
I guess, I don't really... know.
[Maybe he should try and help? The idea comes to him a bit late, after he trails off, but once he thinks of it, he does get up (a bit too quickly), before hurriedly grabbing a pail to fill. He fortunately remembers where it was kept, he's had to use one not too long ago.]
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Like her carefully putting the tray on the table and pouring the tea... Never mind she spilled some on the tray when she jerked her head up to look at him. Though she looked away just a quickly. Even if he's running about now.]
What... What makes you say that?
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... it's... it was just a feeling. I don't know.
Seemed like the sort of thing a mom would do, I guess, I don't— remember anything.
[He shifted a bit, uncomfortably, then, to make up for his mistake, quickly moved to bow in apology (accidentally splashing his feet in is haste).]
Forget I said that!
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It doesn't matter...
[She finally turns back to him even if it's only for a second. Then she sighs and starts mopping the split tea with a cloth. She didn't want to think too hard on it.]