semi-closed 🔪 sometimes it's better to lose than compromise

[pitfight]

Who ⬤ Nishitani and various
What ⬤ It's trauma time! (event nsfw)
When ⬤ THE BLOOD RAIN BABY
Where ⬤ various
Content Warnings ⬤ TRAUMA!! BLOOD!! GORE!! VIOLENCE!! PTSD!! SEX!! BODY HORROR? This is a nsfw post for event stuff, so be warned

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[medicative]

[when it's over, she doesn't move terribly far away from him, letting this moment exist. it is what it is, she's exorcised it from her system, and they're steady now.]

Thank you.

[accept her gratitude for what it is. now she can pretend that was just bad dreams - that nothing happened, that she wasn't so scared, that she wasn't on verge of tipping over.]

[pitfight]

Damn, Emikko. Remind me to curse the entire fucking world more often. [ Nishitani is grinning at her, arms still wrapped around her waist. He doesn't want to let go, not yet, not when she's breathing and warm against him still. ] Another, for the road. [ He leans in to kiss her again. ]

[medicative]

[she should tell him no, that he's had his one, put it back to her terms. but then again, one on her standing, another on his. she will not kiss him any different - she is still as careful as she ever is, holding back, because otherwise there is nothing to keep in reserve. a tension she never lets go of.

one for the road, because he asked. and then she's pulled back, spine straight again - it has to be all packed up again. she has to get her footing, because there are people that need her, and even a momentary lapse could cause harm. whatever that was, Hibiki's wings will hide it from her mind's view, and she can think about it later. later. it has to be later.

breathe. focus. this can be handled.]

Your jacket...

[he should take it back now, shouldn't he?]

[pitfight]

Keep it, [ Brushed out against her lips, where they're still close, where he breathes against her and wishes for more-- but knows Emily is begining to wrap herself up again, lace up her boots, to do the good that he can't imagine wanting to do. He rucks his hands up her sides, the fabric of his jacket catching under his own fingers, until he's holding her hands. ] It's yours.

[medicative]

[for now, she thinks he means. she'll get it cleaned and return it to him when that's ever possible. but right now, she'll keep it - it's warm, and it's a comfort for that.]

...Do you know where everyone else is?

[their people. their group - everyone else beyond them will naturally follow. but if she can't find certain souls...]

[pitfight]

Got split up from Andy. Looking for the others right now, but Majima should be at the Arena. If not, Toraguma will take care of you, especially if I tell him you kissed me. [ Nishitani smirks, a hint of teeth giving way to something lecherous and predatory, but it's gone in a flash. ]

[medicative]

Please, don't. I don't need the Daitengu looking at me any more closely than they might feel inclined to.

[it's not exactly a secret, but since she doesn't flaunt things, her personal life remains her own. really, she just needs them not to look at the clinic.]

I need to go home - I have something there to counter this. Something I should give to you in case things get too much to bear.