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[ ...in all honesty, it's a little strange to be met with such a kindly response when he's bellyaching about something that's (presumably) his own fault. It also makes his throat run bone dry when he finally lifts his head from his cushy bedding prison, meeting his pretty bedpartner's gaze with his unadorned one.
Only for a moment though, as if the eye contact unnerves him. He's otherwise calm, though. At least outwardly. ]
Mor — [ That dryness causes his voice to crack slightly. He clears his throat. ] ...Morning. You weren't busy, were you?
[ Seeing as how she's already up and dressed and he is not. ]
Busy? [ she laughs lightly, shaking her head. ] No, I don't think I'll be busy for a while.
[ she's seen all manner of things these past few years in the midst of war, but there's really nothing quite like getting dropped into another place all of a sudden. especially in a place where she's certain she couldn't imagine even in her wildest dreams.
but her smile remains, softening a little now as he seems to be getting his bearings. ]
There's some food and water here, if you're ready for it. [ one hand lifts slowly, palms and fingers open to show that it's empty, hovering just above his pillow. ] If not, will you allow me to ease that headache of yours instead?
[ She makes a fair enough point. Busy here probably isn't the same as busy in a more familiar setting, though he can see on his peripherals that there's some sort of... supplies, or gifts left for them. Maybe the former makes it sound too dire, but in all honesty, he feels pretty dire too.
Lighter's gaze still flicks upwards to the pale breadth of her palm, considering it at length. Lucky that he looks like hell in general right now, making the state of his eyes seem more natural. ]
Sure. [ His head tilts. ] What have you got in mind?
[ she's patient while he considers her palm, her expression still the same font of gentle serenity. she's used to it—the instinctual wariness, the suspicion. some of the soldiers they'd picked up along the way had regarded her with that same look in their eyes, weighing the merits of cutting their losses and losing a leg rather than let her stitch them back together with faith magic. in the end they'd relented, living to fight another day. ]
It's easy. [ a soft light gathers around her hand as she reaches over, her fingers settling gently over his cheekbone. her hands are smooth and delicate despite the blood they've been steeped in for the past five years, her touch feather-light. ] You just need to stay right there.
[ her thumb smooths over his brow in slow, gentle passes, like coaxing a child to sleep. soothing a headache doesn't take nearly as much as mending a limb, thankfully, and he'll feel nothing more than a cool tingle as the pain eases and then disappears entirely. ]
[ If Lighter looks too long, unadorned by anything that would give him that cool detachment he's always chasing, he would find... recognition, he thinks. But not in a way that intimates personal familiarity. More like a dream that fades when waking, gentleness pooling in place of the hell that fostered it. Hope for miracles was lost long ago, mired in the blood and the dirt, scarred several times over.
But it does feel a little like one. He can't help but think so, the weight of his head relaxing into her palm as she soothes the ache away. Eyes shut, he sighs, relief palpable in it. ]
I might never want to get up if I keep staying right here.
[ he's warm, she thinks, as she shifts her hand to cup his cheek, a little bit of fondness seeping into her expression. a good thing, then, that he has his eyes closed. he doesn't look as tense anymore, at least, and she allows her magic to fade as her thumb continues its slow path over his brow and back. ]
A little nap once in a while is good for you. [ when was the last time he got a good night's sleep? she lowers her voice a little, ] I won't tell anyone if you do.
I dunno. [ His voice also runs warm in his throat, slurred slightly with fatigue. Part of him wants to pull away from the touch, thinks he should pull away, but its succor whispers sweet nothings to him, the respite left in its wake too strong to shake loose of. It almost aches, it's so heavy, but not in a way that's uncomfortable. ] Seems a little rude to nap when you're awake, if you ask me...
[ Strange, how he doesn't feel any urge to open his eyes despite evading the allure of a nap. So far. A slight shift presses his face further into the cup of her palm. ]
Anything good in the welcome package? [ Drawling, low and conversational. ] Assuming that's what it is.
Oh? [ there's a lilting giggle, soft and teasing. ] What a gentleman! I'm so lucky.
[ she almost wonders if he has a fever, with how heated his skin feels against her hand. she's dealt with enough patients to know inherently that he isn't; he lacks the chills and the sweat of someone who does, and he looks so relaxed and content in this moment that she can't really bring herself to pull away, even if his head wasn't cradled so sweetly in her palm. ]
Mm, there's some water and medicine. [ definitely not any she's seen before. modern innovation truly is something. ] Along with some other... self-care items.
[ listen... sex toys are self-care, depending on who you ask. ]
[ What a nice sound. He breathes something like a laugh, lowlit in the heat of his chest. Lucky. Maybe for the first time since he's gotten here. Only her telltale pause signals the reality of the situation looming on the outskirts of his attention. ]
You don't have to elaborate. [ Somehow, even mid-doze, he manages to look grim. ] I should have guessed.
[ her smile grows, briefly, at his amused huff, and it remains even after the implication settles in. it's hard to forget where they are, despite the fact that she has yet to figure out where this even is.
her thumb trails down from his brow to his temple, rubbing slow circles there as if in thought. ]
I don't think we have to use them. [ truthfully, she was going to leave them behind. better to pass it along to someone else who could really appreciate it. ] I'd rather just talk to you instead, if that's all right.
Having a modicum of choice is a relief, I suppose.
[ Low bar, but he's used to those. In the meantime, please pay him no mind as he turns to putty. She could be readying to beat him senseless with one of the sex toys and he would literally be none the wiser. ]
So sure, [ he intones, timbre fairly honest still. ] that sounds good to me.
[ A quiet swallow, contemplative. ]
Though I can't promise I'll have anything too interesting to talk about. I don't even know what the weather's like out there.
[ cute... she'd say she wouldn't have expected him to be so easy, but she's seen his type before: wrought in pain, starved for tenderness; his scars are proof enough. she has her own hidden beneath her robe, though people often forget about it when brought under her care. ]
Mm, I wouldn't say that. I think you're plenty interesting.
[ there's a pinch around his right eye that she's careful to avoid, her gaze exploring the rest of his face. ]
[ There's this feeling he gets when eyes are on him. Even if unsung, if the attention he's used to is mostly bloodthirsty and opportunistic, he feels it paring him down, however softly. One or one thousand... though he's inwardly grateful it's just one this time.
His eyes do peel open eventually, gazing upwards with a little humor. ]
Is that so? [ Maybe it's because she doesn't know him yet, he thinks soberly. ] It's Lighter. What about you?
[ there he is. now that he looks a little less dire, she can get a better look at him. his eyes are striking, a beautiful green-gold that reminds her briefly of byleth's, if a few shades darker. ]
Mister Lighter. [ very fitting, given how hot he runs, and one that she wouldn't have forgotten either. she's more inclined to believe that it's another one of those games this place likes shoving them into, perhaps in an effort to have its guests get to know each other. intimately or otherwise. ] I'm Mercedes, but you can call me Mercie.
[ it's not often she gets to meet new people these days, especially outside of a strategy meeting or on the battlefield. she didn't realize how much she missed it, just being able to share a moment of peace with someone else. ]
[ A brow lifts at her inclusion of an honorific, finding it unsurprising for her delicate demeanor, but strange to hear all the same. Her once-cool skin has equaled out against his own, warmer now for the prolonged contact. Noticing that makes him shift, a waking tension returning to his body. ]
Okay, Mercie. [ A beat. ] The "Mister" isn't really necessary, if you're amenable.
[ Finally, he does make to ease up on his elbow. ]
I feel great, actually. [ You know, comparatively. ] You've got a magic touch.
[ sorry, old habits die hard! especially old habits from ye olde fantasy europe. but she relents, ]
Okay, Lighter.
[ said in an approximation of his tone and cadence with which he said her name. it probably sounds a little bit silly, but it's fine. her fingertips brush along the curve of his cheek as he shifts away, held suspended for a second before she brings it back towards herself. his warmth lingers pleasantly on her skin, and she's momentarily gripped with the urge to press her hand to her own cheek to savor it. ]
I'm glad to hear it. [ there's an amused smile at "magic touch", but she is genuinely relieved that he feels an improvement. ] If it returns, please feel free to come find me.
[ Staring openly for a moment, Lighter looks caught between a quiet flare of surprise and like he knows he probably deserved that. His lips quirk slightly. Cheeky. ]
I'd say will do, but that might be easier said than done here. I feel like I used up whatever luck I had just waking up here next to you.
[ He knows sitting up is the right thing to do as he does so, the crisp, soft hotel sheets rustling over snarls of scar tissue running every which way, but he still thinks... the cradle of her hands was better. He swallows down the notion before it really coalesces, settling it square in his gut. ]
[ it's funny, how his appearance and those scars give the impression of cool indifference, opposite to the way he looks at her now. it doesn't take much for her to endear herself to someone, but it could be argued that this is just unfortunately her type.
the bed dips beneath his weight as he sits up, and she merely shifts a little to prop herself up with his pillow, chin resting on her hands. she's clearly content to lounge in bed longer; she so rarely gets to sleep in these days. ]
There's no need to thank me. I'm just happy I could help. [ it's what she does, after all. ] But if luck is what you're worried about, then... just call me, and I'll come find you instead.
[ Though he's more or less finally dredged himself up into a seat, the bed's got an allure to it that's hard to break free of. (Or he could just be tired. Hard to say what's what at this juncture.) Easing back, he rests his shoulders against the headboard, blanket still modestly pulled up over his belly. He's still not the best at eye contact, hair naturally sweeping over the unkind reflectiveness of his pupils, but he does cant his head at her, knowing. ]
Sounds like something that someone who doesn't get thanked enough would say. [ Cheek begets cheek. He does look aside again, not ready to contest that point in earnest. ] Duly noted, though. I'll try not to dramatically keel over on you like this too often.
[ it might be at her expense, but she can't help the laugh that bubbles up in pleasant surprise at his cheek. he's called it, of course, and she probably deserved that, too. ]
Why, I don't know what you mean, [ she says, innocently, blinking her big blue eyes at him. she knows exactly what he means. ] You wouldn't happen to know someone like that, would you?
[ well, he probably does. that's why he's read her to rights so easily, isn't it? or it could just be that she's simply very obvious. what's less obvious is his avoidant gaze, easier to go unnoticed earlier when he was on the cusp of going back to sleep, but now it almost makes him seem... shy, perhaps? she won't push it, but she does scoot over to sit next to him at the headboard, shoulder to shoulder. ]
Even if you did, that's all right. But I do hope the next time I see you, it'll be because you'd like my company.
[ Breaking out the baby blues on him... low blow. ]
Nope. [ Pithy, the slightest bit playful. Knowing that they both know, but not copping to it. ] Just an observation.
[ Which is true, but only half the story. It seems she's willing to accept that much, at the very least — Lighter momentarily stills at her delicate weight settling next to him as an answer, the brush of his skin scorching against her fluffy robe. It's a heat too clear and too deliberate, not dense or muddled enough to read as a fever or a flush. ]
I like your company now. [ It tumbles out of his mouth before he can consciously reconcile why. ...Usually, he'd make a break for it at this point, but here... there's no where to go. ] ...So, can't imagine that'll change much between now and next time.
[ is it a low blow if he's not even looking her way though... damn.
she hums briefly, curiosity and amusement coloring it even if she doesn't press for more. they have all the time now to get to know each other, whatever snippets he's willing to share. like his body heat, the warm solidity of his presence, which she's happy to soak up until he decides to move again. ]
I like your company, too. [ it comes out a little softer than she'd meant it to, and now it's her turn to avert her gaze. her smile turns sheepish— ] And next time, I'll remember this moment we shared, so it'll be even better.
[ They're such sweet words that they almost make his stomach drop. He wonders if he's said a little too much. It's not like who he is has changed since he decided to make the best of navigating this place, but ending up here, unadorned as he'll ever be and in the quiet cradle of someone's acceptance... it does serve as a reminder.
His fingers flex in his lap, thoughtful. Mitigating the ache of guilt twisting around in his gut. ]
Now that's something I don't hear very often. [ Half a laugh, breathy. ] I have quite a fearsome reputation back home, you know.
[ her tone is light, just like the rest of her, the gentle curiosity still present. she thinks she should be worried at that underlying threat, or at least be more concerned. but she also thinks that if he'd really wanted to hurt her, he would have already done so. mages are not known for their bulk, and she was always too soft, too pliant for the front lines.
besides, she recognizes the look of a guilty man, especially one who believes he's beyond grace and salvation; too bloodied and scarred for kindness, for tenderness.
slowly, carefully, her hand reaches for his, touching their fingertips together in lieu of actually holding his hand. ]
[ His smile tilts, faint at the corner of his mouth. He turns his hand over, rough palm facing upwards beneath the draw of her fingertips instead. There's an idle curiosity in it, the loose curl of his knuckles. ]
I get the feeling you've heard it all before. [ Not a combatant, he thinks to himself, but there is a gentleness that comes from bearing witness to it that he's pretty sure is at play here. As for him, well. The proof of it is all over, glaring mistakes made even more glaring by the way his body bears them as scars and aches and tensions. ] Ah, well. It's not important.
[ His shoulder rolls very slightly. ]
It is nice sometimes though. Hearing things I usually don't.
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Only for a moment though, as if the eye contact unnerves him. He's otherwise calm, though. At least outwardly. ]
Mor — [ That dryness causes his voice to crack slightly. He clears his throat. ] ...Morning. You weren't busy, were you?
[ Seeing as how she's already up and dressed and he is not. ]
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[ she's seen all manner of things these past few years in the midst of war, but there's really nothing quite like getting dropped into another place all of a sudden. especially in a place where she's certain she couldn't imagine even in her wildest dreams.
but her smile remains, softening a little now as he seems to be getting his bearings. ]
There's some food and water here, if you're ready for it. [ one hand lifts slowly, palms and fingers open to show that it's empty, hovering just above his pillow. ] If not, will you allow me to ease that headache of yours instead?
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Lighter's gaze still flicks upwards to the pale breadth of her palm, considering it at length. Lucky that he looks like hell in general right now, making the state of his eyes seem more natural. ]
Sure. [ His head tilts. ] What have you got in mind?
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It's easy. [ a soft light gathers around her hand as she reaches over, her fingers settling gently over his cheekbone. her hands are smooth and delicate despite the blood they've been steeped in for the past five years, her touch feather-light. ] You just need to stay right there.
[ her thumb smooths over his brow in slow, gentle passes, like coaxing a child to sleep. soothing a headache doesn't take nearly as much as mending a limb, thankfully, and he'll feel nothing more than a cool tingle as the pain eases and then disappears entirely. ]
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But it does feel a little like one. He can't help but think so, the weight of his head relaxing into her palm as she soothes the ache away. Eyes shut, he sighs, relief palpable in it. ]
I might never want to get up if I keep staying right here.
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A little nap once in a while is good for you. [ when was the last time he got a good night's sleep? she lowers her voice a little, ] I won't tell anyone if you do.
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[ Strange, how he doesn't feel any urge to open his eyes despite evading the allure of a nap. So far. A slight shift presses his face further into the cup of her palm. ]
Anything good in the welcome package? [ Drawling, low and conversational. ] Assuming that's what it is.
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[ she almost wonders if he has a fever, with how heated his skin feels against her hand. she's dealt with enough patients to know inherently that he isn't; he lacks the chills and the sweat of someone who does, and he looks so relaxed and content in this moment that she can't really bring herself to pull away, even if his head wasn't cradled so sweetly in her palm. ]
Mm, there's some water and medicine. [ definitely not any she's seen before. modern innovation truly is something. ] Along with some other... self-care items.
[ listen... sex toys are self-care, depending on who you ask. ]
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You don't have to elaborate. [ Somehow, even mid-doze, he manages to look grim. ] I should have guessed.
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her thumb trails down from his brow to his temple, rubbing slow circles there as if in thought. ]
I don't think we have to use them. [ truthfully, she was going to leave them behind. better to pass it along to someone else who could really appreciate it. ] I'd rather just talk to you instead, if that's all right.
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[ Low bar, but he's used to those. In the meantime, please pay him no mind as he turns to putty. She could be readying to beat him senseless with one of the sex toys and he would literally be none the wiser. ]
So sure, [ he intones, timbre fairly honest still. ] that sounds good to me.
[ A quiet swallow, contemplative. ]
Though I can't promise I'll have anything too interesting to talk about. I don't even know what the weather's like out there.
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Mm, I wouldn't say that. I think you're plenty interesting.
[ there's a pinch around his right eye that she's careful to avoid, her gaze exploring the rest of his face. ]
You could start by telling me your name.
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His eyes do peel open eventually, gazing upwards with a little humor. ]
Is that so? [ Maybe it's because she doesn't know him yet, he thinks soberly. ] It's Lighter. What about you?
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Mister Lighter. [ very fitting, given how hot he runs, and one that she wouldn't have forgotten either. she's more inclined to believe that it's another one of those games this place likes shoving them into, perhaps in an effort to have its guests get to know each other. intimately or otherwise. ] I'm Mercedes, but you can call me Mercie.
[ it's not often she gets to meet new people these days, especially outside of a strategy meeting or on the battlefield. she didn't realize how much she missed it, just being able to share a moment of peace with someone else. ]
How are you feeling now? A little better, I hope.
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Okay, Mercie. [ A beat. ] The "Mister" isn't really necessary, if you're amenable.
[ Finally, he does make to ease up on his elbow. ]
I feel great, actually. [ You know, comparatively. ] You've got a magic touch.
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Okay, Lighter.
[ said in an approximation of his tone and cadence with which he said her name. it probably sounds a little bit silly, but it's fine. her fingertips brush along the curve of his cheek as he shifts away, held suspended for a second before she brings it back towards herself. his warmth lingers pleasantly on her skin, and she's momentarily gripped with the urge to press her hand to her own cheek to savor it. ]
I'm glad to hear it. [ there's an amused smile at "magic touch", but she is genuinely relieved that he feels an improvement. ] If it returns, please feel free to come find me.
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I'd say will do, but that might be easier said than done here. I feel like I used up whatever luck I had just waking up here next to you.
[ He knows sitting up is the right thing to do as he does so, the crisp, soft hotel sheets rustling over snarls of scar tissue running every which way, but he still thinks... the cradle of her hands was better. He swallows down the notion before it really coalesces, settling it square in his gut. ]
So, thank you.
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the bed dips beneath his weight as he sits up, and she merely shifts a little to prop herself up with his pillow, chin resting on her hands. she's clearly content to lounge in bed longer; she so rarely gets to sleep in these days. ]
There's no need to thank me. I'm just happy I could help. [ it's what she does, after all. ] But if luck is what you're worried about, then... just call me, and I'll come find you instead.
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Sounds like something that someone who doesn't get thanked enough would say. [ Cheek begets cheek. He does look aside again, not ready to contest that point in earnest. ] Duly noted, though. I'll try not to dramatically keel over on you like this too often.
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Why, I don't know what you mean, [ she says, innocently, blinking her big blue eyes at him. she knows exactly what he means. ] You wouldn't happen to know someone like that, would you?
[ well, he probably does. that's why he's read her to rights so easily, isn't it? or it could just be that she's simply very obvious. what's less obvious is his avoidant gaze, easier to go unnoticed earlier when he was on the cusp of going back to sleep, but now it almost makes him seem... shy, perhaps? she won't push it, but she does scoot over to sit next to him at the headboard, shoulder to shoulder. ]
Even if you did, that's all right. But I do hope the next time I see you, it'll be because you'd like my company.
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Nope. [ Pithy, the slightest bit playful. Knowing that they both know, but not copping to it. ] Just an observation.
[ Which is true, but only half the story. It seems she's willing to accept that much, at the very least — Lighter momentarily stills at her delicate weight settling next to him as an answer, the brush of his skin scorching against her fluffy robe. It's a heat too clear and too deliberate, not dense or muddled enough to read as a fever or a flush. ]
I like your company now. [ It tumbles out of his mouth before he can consciously reconcile why. ...Usually, he'd make a break for it at this point, but here... there's no where to go. ] ...So, can't imagine that'll change much between now and next time.
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she hums briefly, curiosity and amusement coloring it even if she doesn't press for more. they have all the time now to get to know each other, whatever snippets he's willing to share. like his body heat, the warm solidity of his presence, which she's happy to soak up until he decides to move again. ]
I like your company, too. [ it comes out a little softer than she'd meant it to, and now it's her turn to avert her gaze. her smile turns sheepish— ] And next time, I'll remember this moment we shared, so it'll be even better.
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His fingers flex in his lap, thoughtful. Mitigating the ache of guilt twisting around in his gut. ]
Now that's something I don't hear very often. [ Half a laugh, breathy. ] I have quite a fearsome reputation back home, you know.
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[ her tone is light, just like the rest of her, the gentle curiosity still present. she thinks she should be worried at that underlying threat, or at least be more concerned. but she also thinks that if he'd really wanted to hurt her, he would have already done so. mages are not known for their bulk, and she was always too soft, too pliant for the front lines.
besides, she recognizes the look of a guilty man, especially one who believes he's beyond grace and salvation; too bloodied and scarred for kindness, for tenderness.
slowly, carefully, her hand reaches for his, touching their fingertips together in lieu of actually holding his hand. ]
Try me.
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I get the feeling you've heard it all before. [ Not a combatant, he thinks to himself, but there is a gentleness that comes from bearing witness to it that he's pretty sure is at play here. As for him, well. The proof of it is all over, glaring mistakes made even more glaring by the way his body bears them as scars and aches and tensions. ] Ah, well. It's not important.
[ His shoulder rolls very slightly. ]
It is nice sometimes though. Hearing things I usually don't.
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