and all of us go down slow - CLOSED

[wroughtandtempered]

WHO: Eve and various CR
WHAT: heart! games! heart! games!
WHEN: starting July 27
WHERE: inside...?
WARNINGS: warnings will be in comment headers

The first sign that something is wrong is the chill. Fingers and toes rapidly numb; the summer’s warmth becomes a dim, far-away thing, as though a cloud had passed over the sun. Soon it stops reaching you at all. No matter what you try, you can’t seem to get warm— and as the cold deepens and becomes bone-deep, your breath starts to come out in puffs of fog.

Rather than fading, it lingers, the mist growing thicker and thicker with each breath. As your vision goes white and your numb body starts to slump to the floor, you can hear—

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[wroughtandtempered]

Donnie, Korone, Macaque
MK, Rinku
Kantera
Evangeline
Wylan

Aftermath - Kantera

[happydreamed]

Well, that memory isn't precisely what he was expecting, but it makes sense for Eve for that to have been the moment she decided she liked him. He smiles fondly-

-and then realizes he was just in a heart game he has FUSSING to do. He nearly yeets himself through the mirror connecting their houses and immediately goes looking for Eve.

Re: Aftermath - Kantera

[wroughtandtempered]

[ she's not hard to find! there's a pile of noodle half-draped over the stairs and partly crumpled at the bottom, right near the front door. ...she doesn't appear hurt by the tumble, aside from being soundly unconscious. ]

[happydreamed]

[Goodness! There's a moment of alarm when he sees her there, but she doesn't look hurt, under closer examination.

...He probably shouldn't try to wake her, especially if she's doing Heart Processing things, but that doesn't look comfortable... After giving it some thought, he ducks into the soft room and brings out a blanket to drape over her.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ thanks, Kantera.

it's a little while before she wakes—he got through things fairly fast, for one, and Heart Processing is a thing—but around fifteen minutes and a lot of dream-twitching later she makes a very groggy confused noise, squints her eyes open, and immediately hisses. ow, ]

[happydreamed]

[Kantera has been sitting around playing games on his phone while waiting for her to wake up. He's had some time to think of how he should respond, so he sings to her - 'enemies routed'. It seems like the closest approximation, at least of wolf song that he's actually been taught.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ a beat while she processes that, and then she whines, the sound pitching into something very similar to the "I'm here, hurting, help me" call she'd demonstrated before. it does not take a genius to figure out this one's for physical rather than emotional pain, particularly when she follows it up with a very plaintive and slightly slurred: ]

My fucking head.

[happydreamed]

Ah, excuse me.

[Healing song it is, then! In addition to cleaning up physical wounds it also lessens pain, so.]

[wroughtandtempered]

[ that does at least take enough of the edge of the migraine trying to bash her head in that she can open her eyes without it feeling like the light's stabbing them. blessed Kantera, she's getting him tea for that alone.

...when she can. uh. limbs again. shit this would be way more alarming if it weren't a distinctly different kind of woozy-headed feeling than being drugged. ]

Have I mentioned you're the best... fuck. What the fuck.

[ she is making a wobbly attempt at getting her legs under her, but it's... not great. ]

[happydreamed]

Take your time - I can't imagine how disoriented you must be at the moment.

[gently fuss,]

[wroughtandtempered]

Feels like... drugs? Not drugs? Some shit—

[ wait. wait wait wait what the fuck. not only has something gone suspiciously silent, she actually fucking noticed on her own that it's not piping up. ]

—where the fuck's the mindfuck?

[happydreamed]

You had a heart game while you were asleep.

[wroughtandtempered]

[ . . .

yeah fuck legs. she's giving back up on legs. no legs, only flop ]

Aftermath - Korone

[bluediligence]

[ The moment Korone wakes up (face-first in one of Birdtile House's blackberry bushes) she yeets herself to find Eve, chirping her call-sign at the top of her voice ]

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[wroughtandtempered]

[ there's an answering groan-whine from the stairway, where Korone can find Eve collapsed in a noodly heap at the bottom and across some of the lower steps. there's no sign the tumble hurt her, but she is stirring a little and wincing a lot ]

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[bluediligence]

[ BEELINE!!!

She doesn't touch immediately, keeping some distance, but - chirp? chirp! CHIRP - oh wait hang on - ]

Eve-chan! Can I help you up?

[ ... if Eve happens to look at any point, Korone has leaves and also smushed blackberries in her hair. Also some on her face. ]

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[wroughtandtempered]

[ this time the answer's just a whine, as she squints her eyes open and immediately flinches and slams them shut again. please hold as she wrestles with one of the gnarliest headaches she has had in her life ]

...ow...

Choco?

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[bluediligence]

Hi, Gorgeous.

[ Hmmm. Hm! Coming up the stairs to join her, mindful of where she puts her feet. Let's not step on the girlfriend, ok. ]

Take your time. You —

Waking up from a heart game sucks. Hang on. [ Bless Donnie for making Birdtile House so tech-y; it means Korone can grab her phone and dim the lights without going for one of the manual switches. ]

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[wroughtandtempered]

[ that lets her at least partly open her eyes, though they're still watering a bit. OW ow OW ow OW ]

I—

—what?

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[bluediligence]

Yeah. [ YEAH … Yeah. She gets it. ] I was with Donnie and dad. We're all safe. Nobody was hurt and nothing really wanted to try to hurt us.

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[wroughtandtempered]

[ ...processing... ]

Motherfffucker. Shit.

[ trying to get her feet under her with very little success, she is wobbly. somewhere in the middle of the staggering she manages: ]

—'re you okay.

[ because safe/not hurt and okay can be very different things, sometimes. ]

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[bluediligence]

Eve-chan— [ Moves to? Support? Girlfriend?

Support girlfriend! ]

Take it slow. [ Please. Heart games are a bitch to recover from! ] I'm okay. Full of feelings, but that's just me in a nutshell.

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[wroughtandtempered]

[ she spends about five seconds trying not to put her weight on Korone before her brain catches up enough to remind her just how strong her girlfriend actually is, even still somewhat in recovery. then she stops trying quite so hard, and slumps into her. ]

...Okay. Okay.

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[bluediligence]

Thanks, Gorgeous. [ A soft sigh, and a super mushy silly-yet-somehow-works sounds like huskywolfsongwarble blended with a trilled coo. ]

Where would you be comfiest right now? Your room, my nest, cuddle room, terrace?

[ The cuddle room will be ultra quiet what with the soundproofing, and it has fully adjustable daylight bulbs in everything from the ceiling lights to the fairy lights. It's good for headaches. ]

Re: Aftermath - Korone

[wroughtandtempered]

[ she warbles back—"I'm here/SLIGHTLY-MELODRAMATIC SUFFERING/mate"—on reflex as she tries to wrap her head around that set of choices. cuddle room is a good choice, but what comes out is: ]

Nest. Please?