(Closed) Event & Aftermath Catch All

[mirshikar]

Who: Asura + Plotted CR
When: Late January - Early February
Where: Rescue basecamp, Asura's shared home, and likely the steps of Parliament.
What: Wrath, dumb jokes, politics, and a lot of h/c.
Warnings: Strong descriptions of injury, mentions of torture (re: event) and slavery.

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[mirshikar]

Hey. [ What can he do, to wrest Alex free of her doubt? Though no physical distance remains between them, she's still out of reach, the softness of her hands pushing against his chest despite the way her chin sinks into the scarred and open palm of his hand. And where he might have shifted away to grant her space, he finds her fingers have curled into the lapels of his coat, and so...!

While he does move, rising in a precise economy of motion to his feet, he takes her right along with him. Scooped up into and neatly supported by his arms, he whisks her right into the air, standing at his full height of six-foot-two as he holds her high, shifting her perspective. ] I'm bothering because you're the one who's looking out for me, here in the cold and the snow.

[ But it's no longer quite so cold, is it? Not with the heat radiating from the crystal within Asura's chest. It melts any dustings of snow which might have collected on Alex's coat or the fringe of her hair. ]

And more than that... [ Though he smiles still, his carries with it a somber edge, a solemn note: ] I've carried it once before, too. The guilt of not being able to save someone.

[ Many someones. The lives which he'd been forced to take, the people who would still draw breath if not for him; if not for the whim of his once-Keeper. And lo: he's revealed that he's not too good to be true, because... he's walked the very path which Alex faces now, and they are not so different. ]

It'll eat you alive, if you let it, and it's my selfish wish for you to avoid that fate. [ Selfish? But ah, ah, how could that be? ] Because without you...

[ And here, there's a theatrical pause. A cheeky huff, before...!: ]

Who's going to sing while I play the flute? [ ??? What, Asura??? ]

[sing_for_me]

[ Her fingers curl into his clothes when she feels her feet lift off the ground, forcing her to pull back and look down at his face. Finally, eye contact.

It was difficult for her to imagine someone so powerful not being able to save someone. But what did the weight of that kind of guilt weigh? It may not be an excuse, but Alex knew she was powerless, and there really wasn't anything she could do even if she tried. But to have that kind of power, and to still be helpless? Were there things that he still carried, she wondered.

She lifts a hand, gently pressing the tips of her fingers against the side of his face, just as he has some many times now. But after a moment, she pinches it just so. ]

I don't know how you do it.

[ Or why.

Her head tilts lower, her forehead pressing against his. Her tone softens, just barely a whisper. ]

...Thank you.