she wakes up, and there's a split second of panic. if strohl is also waking up, he will see that panic on her face, the look of someone who thinks it's Thursday night, someone who thinks she's going to have to fight someone with a scalpel with a shotgun with --
she stares at him, going still. and then, a thought she can't help: is it you? please not you. ]
[ i was trying to find fanart for an icon but then car happened so anyway
i don't have that, but when strohl blinks awake and looks down, and sees vi he just - it's a good thing it's not emotionshare, because the amount of utterly crushing relief almost brings tears to his eyes. he doesn't even say anything at first, just - grabs her, grabs her tight and hugs her, tucking her head to his shoulder. ]
[ oh. okay. okay, okay. he hugs her, and all of the fight goes out of her in an instant. she chokes on her own relief, and wraps her arms around him, ignoring the protesting her body is doing. doesn't matter. she wants a hug more than anything.
vi hides her face against his shoulder, and exhales shakily, curling her fingers into his shirt.
her thoughts are a mess right now, just a jumble of i'm alive. ]
[ don't get him wrong, it sucks that jacopo's dead, because strohl really likes jacopo a lot, but it's easier to think when they just returned back themselves and their path to this airport has been secure, and it's just - it's just she's alive. the stupid fucking curse of twice in a row is finally broken.
his eyes are screwed shut, gripping onto vi's clothes the same way she was holding onto him. alive, alive, alive. ]
... Scared the hell out of me. [ strohl says, eventually, with a breathy, helpless half-laugh, ] Bloody hell.
[ yeah - she's unhappy too, about jacopo. she'll be sad that he died later, but the thing is, she knows they'll be back. being dead has skewed the way she thinks about this. it sucks to lose him, but really, the worst part of it for him is that he'll have to deal with the insane people on the dead side.
she exhales shakily, pressing her face against him and relishing the fact that it hurts, that she's alive enough to feel it. ]
I really... I really thought. [ she mumbles, closing her eyes. she really thought it was thursday night. god, she's so glad they didn't wake up. ]
[ chaos of the past like 36 hours :ben: returns to this
the apology gets another breathless, half laugh-half protest, and he shakes his head against hers as he steadies himself, though it fails a little - when he does finally pull back it's to just take her in, to look at her and reassure them both. ]
Not cursed. Just bloody unlucky. [ really, really unlucky, but the smile on his face is warm and hopelessly wry, a half-hearted joke just for coping with the enormity of the entire thing. the urge to bonk their foreheads together is like, overwhelming for a moment but he doesn't, hands coming from her arms to her face, holding it in his hands, half reminding them both. ] Yeah?
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she wakes up, and there's a split second of panic. if strohl is also waking up, he will see that panic on her face, the look of someone who thinks it's Thursday night, someone who thinks she's going to have to fight someone with a scalpel with a shotgun with --
she stares at him, going still. and then, a thought she can't help: is it you? please not you. ]
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i don't have that, but when strohl blinks awake and looks down, and sees vi he just - it's a good thing it's not emotionshare, because the amount of utterly crushing relief almost brings tears to his eyes. he doesn't even say anything at first, just - grabs her, grabs her tight and hugs her, tucking her head to his shoulder. ]
No. [ half croaked. ] No. Slept all night.
[ You're fine. You're alright. You're here. ]
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vi hides her face against his shoulder, and exhales shakily, curling her fingers into his shirt.
her thoughts are a mess right now, just a jumble of i'm alive. ]
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his eyes are screwed shut, gripping onto vi's clothes the same way she was holding onto him. alive, alive, alive. ]
... Scared the hell out of me. [ strohl says, eventually, with a breathy, helpless half-laugh, ] Bloody hell.
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she exhales shakily, pressing her face against him and relishing the fact that it hurts, that she's alive enough to feel it. ]
I really... I really thought. [ she mumbles, closing her eyes. she really thought it was thursday night. god, she's so glad they didn't wake up. ]
Sorry. [ for scaring him!! ] I'm okay.
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the apology gets another breathless, half laugh-half protest, and he shakes his head against hers as he steadies himself, though it fails a little - when he does finally pull back it's to just take her in, to look at her and reassure them both. ]
Not cursed. Just bloody unlucky. [ really, really unlucky, but the smile on his face is warm and hopelessly wry, a half-hearted joke just for coping with the enormity of the entire thing. the urge to bonk their foreheads together is like, overwhelming for a moment but he doesn't, hands coming from her arms to her face, holding it in his hands, half reminding them both. ] Yeah?
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Yeah.
[ exhales. she kind of wants to just melt under the couch after the burst of adrenaline and exhaustion, but. a beat. ]
Fuck.
[ that's all she can manage, she's just kind of grappling with being alive on a friday. ]