August Catch-All

[sing_for_me]

Who: Alex Benedetto and various people
When: Mostly the full moon
Where: Various places
What: Dealing with a slightly more volatile merrow
Warnings: May contain violence!

If anyone else would to do anything for either the full moon or anywhere in the month of August feel free to pm me or hit me up at mightycheese

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[whomthebelltolls]

"Everything you did to me...?" What a strange turn of phrase for what happened - though that Alex is shifting the blame onto herself tells Maria that Alex - actually Alex - is returning to her, and whatever madness the moon and the merrow were influencing her with is fading.

But now there's a more delicate subject appearing. Maria lifts her injured arm a little - not flinching nor hissing at all, though the motion stings. "This? My glove took the brunt of it; this is nothing. You would have to try much harder to scar me as the Beasts at home have."

She shifts a bit, reaching down to delicately grip Alex's elbow. Assuring her is making it easy to stay calm, to make the screaming and curses and voices in her head fade away, though Maria's hands are still shaking.

"You were the one who gripped my sword. Let me see your hand - the Rakuyo's blade is not kind."

[sing_for_me]

"Doesn't change the fact that you're bleeding." And thus Alex keeps her own injured hand to herself and resisting Maria's hold, squeezing it into a fist as the pain anchors her consciousness more.

"I shouldn't have--it shouldn't have even gone this far!"

[whomthebelltolls]

"Alex," she barks, hoarsely. She can barely hold herself together at the moment - she's not sure she can support Alex too, so the best she can try to do is head it off before the worst begins.

(And she's afraid - terrified - that if Alex loses it, she will, too. She can't afford that right now.)

"We're both bleeding. This could have ended worse for both of us. So... please," she hates how weak and tired she sounds, but she can't muster the energy for anything else. The fading adrenaline, the relief of Alex's old demeanor returning, the slow ooze of blood out of the wounds on her wrist, they're all sapping her yet further. "Let me see your hand."