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ᴇɴɴᴀʀɪs "𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰" ᴛᴀᴠᴀɴᴇ ([personal profile] aberratic) wrote2024-07-11 08:06 pm

𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙


SENDING CRYSTAL
PASSING NOTES
IN PERSON


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[personal profile] portalling 2025-06-16 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
He hesitates a little too long. Reading his mind and what he broadly chooses to think on the surface, it’s a different game entirely from letting her use his actual physical senses, peering out through his eyes like a mask. A more thorough puppeteering. A surrendering of control.

But they’re trying to get back to normal, back to these psychic exercises and the trust they imply, and so Stephen eventually nods, and Ness feels the metaphorical door open.
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[personal profile] portalling 2025-06-21 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
“You’re sure you don’t just want me to say it aloud? Seems like it’d be easier,” Stephen says, bemused, but then gamely swivels in his chair and focuses more on the stump rather than her face. Directs all his attention back to it, thinking more purposefully, a conscious internal narration rather than vague background murmur.

A lot of the train of thought defaults back to clean, clinical medical jargon, dense and impenetrable; but seen through his mind, she can glimpse the real meaning of it. It’s healing well. Scarification and wound sealing and limb shrinkage all within normal parameters. Still not ready for the prosthetic, but on track —

(and most importantly, not plummeting her straight to death’s doorstep anymore)
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[personal profile] portalling 2025-07-01 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
It’s nice seeing her smile again, bright and excitable. It makes his own expression soften, in both fondness and relief.

Stephen scoots back a little so he’s not quite so close, no longer all up in her business for the examination. “It was, yes,” he says. “If only Volante had finished his experiments, the penicilin would have helped a great deal. But without any actual antibiotics yet… we’ve nothing to combat an infection effectively.”

He hesitates over the next point. He doesn’t want her to feel to blame any more than she already does.

“I suspect your bones being crushed by the bookcase also complicated matters. It wasn’t as clean of an amputation as it could’ve been otherwise, in a fully-controlled environment. Your body was worn out, undertaking the recovery and regrowing tissue and fighting the infection alike. Sometimes it’s just too much.”
Edited (typo typo) 2025-07-01 00:17 (UTC)