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synnet2024-11-07 06:37 pm
intertwinedfates) wrote in synnet2024-11-07 06:37 pm
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[Sometime during the day comes a pop-up message that could be spam were it not from a legitimate Outsider source. Contained within is one (1) fancy ass invitation, thus:]
Welcome one and all to the first annual LILITH charity calendar sign up!
CODED BY TESSISAMESS
[So yes, Yato is organizing a pin-up calendar of Outsiders, if anyone it interested in donating their beautiful visage to the project! Will the calendar be racy or tame? It all depends upon YOU!]
Interested in helping poor, unfortunate orphans this holiday season? Looking to get your loved ones the perfect custom gift? Want to play a prank on your friends?
Then sign up today to be part of our exclusive LILITH charity calendar! You too can be the star you always dreamed of! Or revenge can be yours! We're not picky, it's for charity!!
Choose your favorite month when you sign up or let us decide for you! *Pending printing approval.
[So yes, Yato is organizing a pin-up calendar of Outsiders, if anyone it interested in donating their beautiful visage to the project! Will the calendar be racy or tame? It all depends upon YOU!]
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Not that he would ever dare to say no if she decided to, er, give him a hand. Yes indeed.
Even though he knows it's best that she go get done what needs to be done, that doesn't mean he has to like being separated from her. Now more than ever, he just wants to hold her hand, preferably to his cheek, and snuggle up close together for a few hours. Perhaps overnight. Long enough for his fever to break, anyways.
Still, he lets her go with a nod, quickly falling into a swift doze in the short span of time she's away. It's not restful at all, with his leg twitching in pain and vague nightmares plaguing him, but thankfully neither last too long, for Hiyori is swift. He starts awake with a sharp inhale and a wince before struggling to push himself upright.]
Mmm, yeah... Ready whenever ya are. [Though he looks more out of it than she's probably ever seen him, at least since he was blighted. Favoring his good leg, he hoists himself to his feet, fumbling blindly for a moment to grasp her hand. She probably doesn't need rings to feel his exhaustion, but it's there in the background anyway, a looming sense of lethargy.] You sure you're not gonna get in trouble for this...? Don't wanna be a bother.
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don't worry. she's there. as she ever is when yato needs someone, rushing to his aid without a second thought. for carrying to kofuku's, for yomi, for his fight against heaven or his father, for this. how he looks reminds her of when he was blighted. thinking back on it, she let herself be oblivious to his suffering in fear of confronting yukine. not anymore.
though the ring makes it abundantly clear how tired he is.
she grips his hand and helps him to his feet, hovering on the opposite side of him. if she left anything behind, she'll pick it up some other time.
he's not a bother. how could he still think that? not to her. ]
If I get in trouble, I'll have you make it up to me when you're feeling better.
[ if he remembers any of this.
once she gets his arm around her shoulders, they're making their way out of the room. out of the hospital. the trek back to the base feels unnecessarily long but short at the same time. she wishes she could fly or teleport like he can but they travel by foot. she wishes he would've stayed in bed. all it would take is a text: hiyori sick help me. or something along those lines.
on the train ride, she lets him nap against her if he needs. fingers in his hair at his nape, stroking soothingly. ]
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Is it truly any wonder that he considers her his angel? Like a gift from the Heavens, she's there, like an angel, her touch heals. She protects and guides him through thick and thin. How could he resist falling for her? It was inevitable, really. Fate, if you want to get poetic.
What he cares about right now though isn't poetry or fiction, but reality. That she's still here with him, despite all she's been through herself. How could anybody ask for anything more?
Blame the fever for his loose lips, though. Right now all he feels like is trouble warmed over.
Curling his fingers tightly around hers, he lets himself lean lightly on her as they walk, not enough to weigh her down, but enough to take some of the force off his leg..]
I can do that. Won't even charge you five yen, heh.
[He manages a small smile to go with his chuckle, though it weak. As is the rest of him, easily manhandled and guided along the path home. Strange to think of it as home now, but there it is.
He snuggles against her easily on the train, lost in a haze of fever and affection, though he insists on holding her other hand in his own extra clammy one. It helps ground him, making sure he doesn't fall back into the nightmares that lurk at the edge of his mind, waiting for him to doze.
And once back at base and in the room - which, he's not sure - he releases her to shed his jacket and shirt and boots before stumbling towards the bed. He knows he needs to lie down. That much is clear. But he's also got enough awareness of his surroundings to scoot over, making room for Hiyori whenever she's ready.]
Mmm, sorry 'bout all this, Hiyori...
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for the record, they're in her room in redemption. each article of clothing that he sheds, she picks up and puts away silently. his boots, grabbed and set beside the door. as much as she wants to join him, she's unfolding the bag of things she brought with her and looking for a medical kit she bought for emergencies. ]
Shh.
[ she hushes gently, finally joining him and sitting at the edge of her bed when she has the things to ease the pain. ]
Don't be sorry about needing help, Yato. From me, especially.
[ very gently, she eases his ankle into her lap and pours some of the antibiotical and cooling cream into her palms. from there, she presses along his burnt leg with methodical but careful motions. it might hurt at first but it's quickly followed by the balm of treatment. ]
You can rest. I've got you, okay?
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That it's her room probably explains why he happily buries his nose in the pillow on his side, inhaling deeply before letting out a shaking sigh. That he didn't bother to put anything away is also telling; normally he at least gets his boots by the door. But right now even that is beyond him. It's all he can do to not immediately drift off to sleep upon hitting the mattress.]
'kay... If you say so.
[Though his attempt to reach sleep is interrupted by the sharp sting of the medicine, making him flinch in a full-body quiver and hiss softly, trailing off into a pathetic whine. Mumbling something about it hurting, he finally begins to relax as the pain dulls and her voice reaches him again.]
Yeah, I-- [With considerable effort, he gets his eyes open to stare at her hazily.] You'll come to bed, too, right...? When you're done...?
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should've warned him it might string. hiyori whispers an apology quickly, and "I know but it'll help" following him complaining about it hurting. it hurts now, but it'll make the other pain go away. the throbbing one he was talking about. soothing and cooling and numbing. if it's still unbearable, she has the special pills too. this, first. just in case there's some underlying problem.
she isn't sure how close gods are to humans. anatomically, they're... compatible. biologically? well.
as yato relaxes, so does she. a relieved breath slowly leaving her chest and taking some of the worry with it. he'll be okay. even foggy with pain, yato's eyes are so pretty. ]
I will. When I'm done. I just need to wrap your leg back up. [ she shows him the gauze with what she hopes is a reassuring smile. she's not going anywhere.
with that, she gets to work on wrapping him back up. somehow managing it with one broken arm, too. girl is determined when she wants to be. only once she secures it in place does she put everything aside on her side table and crawl up towards the pillows. ]
There. All done. Great job.
[ she says, like she used to with her kid patients. ]
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Yet her words of apology and soothing reach him even in his semi-delirious state. Once the initial contact is over with, it seems easier for him to bear, allowing him to relax with a sigh as he sinks deep into the bedding, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
Hopefully he is compatible in every sense, because that's how he wants to be. As Hiyori Compliant as possible. He wants to be everything for her, if possible.
Blindly, he reaches out for her until his hand rests on her knee, allowing him to oh so gently latch onto her pants leg. Clinging as a child might to someone they don't want to go.]
'kay 'kay... Guess it does need to be covered, huh... [With an almost content smile on his face, he watches her work, his breathing evening out to be less labored and ragged. She really is a miracle disguised as a human. That much he's sure of by now. Not even sickness can obscure that fact.
And once she's alongside him, he really does smile, twisting his upper body enough to cuddle up close, hot forehead resting against her shoulder.]
Hehe, yay~ I got a great job from Dr. Iki~
[Somehow that pleases him far more than it should. It's probably the fever making him giggly.]
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she could've helped him much sooner if he wasn't so -
ah. well, she can help him now. they can talk about it later. if they're as compatible as he wants, they can overcome that obstacle. lost in thought, yato's fingers clinging to her nurse scrubs jerks her back to the reality that, maybe more than the pain, being separated -even to do some work - scares him.
hard to believe it when he looks so happy and immediately seeks to cuddle her. she doesn't fight it. some things haven't changed. his childishness... hmm. will it ever?
nonetheless, he's a giggly goober. with any luck, his fever will break with enough rest. what was he doing, out and about? ]
You'll get another if you go to sleep.
[ in the meantime, she's pulling her socks and her scrubs off so she's in a camisole and underwear. it'll have to do for sleepwear since yato doesn't seem too willing to let her go. ]
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Though perhaps he should have mentioned feeling under the weather sooner... He just... figured it would subside like most of his injuries do with rest. He needs to remember he's not a full god anymore here. And yeah, that's nerve-wracking. What if his illness doesn't get better? What if he-- he gets worse, and... No, he can't think like that. For one, it's too terrifying. For another, he can't quite focus that long.
Hiyori. That much he clings to, literally and metaphorically. She's all he needs right now. That and sleep. He can recognize that much, too.
Then he can thank her with a plethora of kisses and maybe breakfast in bed, and they can talk about their days like normal again.]
Promise...?
[As the fabric slips from his fingers, he lifts his head up enough to make sure she isn't going anywhere, then opens an arm to welcome her in. Hug plz. Don't mind the warm body.]
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they'll talk about it. their days and whatever else. go over what sort of things shouldn't be hidden from one another. or what shouldn't be ignored, if he doesn't want to bother her. he should've gone to a doctor long before now. it must be hard, it must be scary for him. if not as scary as it is for her.
yato has ever been her tethering force since she's gotten here, too. ]
Promise. Right when you wake up and you're feeling better, I'll tell you what a great job you did.
[ sealed with a finger she picks up from his chest and squeezes gently. pinkie promise. she'd never mind the warm body, so she goes in for the hug by wedging her good arm between his body and the bed. there's no need for sheets, much less covers. yato's body has all the heat that she could ever need. ]
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But right now she's here. They're both here, safe and sound, sans sickness and injury. ...isn't that part of wedding vows? "In sickness and in health"? Part of his mind lunges towards those four little words, but somewhere on the journey from brain to mouth they get lost, garbled by the fever and distracted by the way she wraps their pinkies around one another.
Like childhood friends. Or sweethearts. His heart gives a little leap and a stutter, while his eyes flutter drowsily. He has something so important to tell her... What was it...? He can't recall. Helpless to catch that train of thought again, he nods, sighing as her cooler skin comes into contact with his much hotter flesh. It's like being dipped in a pool of bliss, one that lulls him into a complete sense of security and peace.]
Mmm... Yes, please...
[With his face tucked against her chest, his breathing finally slows until at last he snores softly, legs still and no longer twitching from aches and pains.]