semi-closed 🔪 the extent of my affections are destroying me

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani + various
What ⬤ catchall + subplots
When ⬤ Throughout May
Where ⬤ Shuten territory, Enma housing, the Celestial casino, + more
Content Warnings ⬤ Nishitani CW as always.

If you want smth with this feral dog, hit me up at bussy!

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[medicative]

[god. she can feel herself tense, and a quick check of the fox's pulse confirms that yes, they are dead. it's just a dead body, and beyond her saving - a hysterical sort of laugh almost breaks free, but Nishitani is there. his head is bleeding, she'd heard the sounds, seen him throw up.

his eyes. she needs to check his eyes, to see if the pupils match. if they don't-]

Nishitani, can you hear me? You need to stay awake right now.

[steady, her voice has to be steady. more of a command than anything else.]

[pitfight]

[ Was he falling asleep? Nishitani forces his eyes open but winces when neon overwhelms him. He tries to raise a hand to block it out, but instead opts to close his eyes again instead. ] I hear--

[ Emily's voice is so far away, like through a tin can, but he can hear her. He coughs, clears his throat of the glass that was inside, spitting bile out away from him, from them. ] I hear you.

[medicative]

[his eyes look wrong, and she should be more concerned about the corpses around her, but what she hears in the back of her mind is something he said. I'd die for you, Emikko.

just as firmly, a cry up from her own soul: not today.

and in the distance, a sigh from someone else, who can only shake their head but lets their energy join with hers, because they can feel her resolve. she couldn't stop three people from dying, but she can stop a fourth.

her hands glow with a soft light as she cradles Nishitani's head, and a breeze picks up around them, blowing fresher air into this alley. a deep breath from her, and his body will feel full of warmth, a gentle sensation, passing over him and mending - blood vessels, nerves, things realigning themselves. and the pain in his head will ease, as she focuses hard on repairing the damage. what has gone wrong, realigned. things returned where they need to be, bone and flesh fitting back together, the brain soothed and calmed. magic, a borrowed power flowing through her and into him, to do what it must.

when she can tell that there's no more injuries, that he's restored, then she lets it fade out. her hands lose their light, and the breeze dies down, until it's just them there. no reinforcements yet, but that doesn't mean they won't come. still holding his head, she looks around, trying to keep an eye out while he reorients himself.]

Easy now...

[they can't stay here. but healing or not, she won't rush a head trauma patient.]