[open] day and night

[no_kyouken]

Who ⬤ Majima (Shuten) & Open
What ⬤ June 2022 Event: Summer Begins
Content Warnings ⬤ horror, mental illness, torture, abuse (physical/emotional), trauma, depression, grooming/manipulation, violence. check individual subject lines for more content warnings.






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Feel free to double up prompts, I will tag you however many times you want.

open prompts ☀️ what the hell are you wearing? ☀️ [resting on] doctor's orders ☀️ [goromi] wet t-shirts ☀️ bonfire 🌙 separation 🌙 the broken lake 🌙 haunt joins the party 🌙 your house is on fire ⭐ wildcard

majima 🎶
goromi 🎶

svarte greiner - knive 🎶

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[medicative]

[that gets her to blink some in surprise.]

...While that is something truly remarkable, and something I'd like to question you more about on a later date, I'm afraid I have nothing to sacrifice at the moment.

[nothing that wasn't essential supplies. whatever they can keep on hand for patients, they need to.]

[starshepard]

[ Azem smiles and bobs her head in a nod. ] Fair enough.

What would you like me to acquire? I'll make it as speedy of a trip as I can.

[medicative]

Whatever seems the most appealing, and get some for yourself as well. I'll pay you back once you return.

[she offers a smile to them for it. there's one thing she needs to do, and she doesn't think Azem should be in the room for it.]

[starshepard]

Very well.

[ Azem adjusts her hood and heads for the door. As curious as she is to see what it is Emily plans to do, but it's probably better she gets the food there as soon as possible.

She returns sometime later with some conbini food. She would have prefered to grab something from a stand but given everything that's going on she feels she was lucky to even find a conbini open. ]

I'm back! [ There's a variety of cheap stuff, stuff Azem doesn't think tastes that great but it's the best she can do right now. Unfortunately, that means there's nothing fresh or hot. ]

Have you a kettle so that we can heat up water? [ She asks as she begins to unload the haul on the nearest empty surface she can find. ]

[medicative]

[when Azem has left, then Emily can do the one thing she would prefer no one walk in on. the last piece of soiled clothing she has to remove is his eyepatch, exposing the ruin there, and she's as gentle as if he was awake to wipe away any mud or water. it is something he hides away from all, but she knows she'll be forgiven in this moment for bearing witness.

he's still so cold, and she can't linger, but she does bend her head and kiss the scars, an impulse she doesn't want to deny before concealing it all under a medical patch. when that's done, she breathes in, and shifts his blankets so she can put her hands on him - over the heart, and cartoid artery. focus, and draw up her own reserves of energy.

what Azem will see when she returns might explain why Emily isn't verbally replying. her hands are alight with a soft glow, her eyes have a slight green shine, and though no window is cracked, it feels as though a breeze passes through the room - like late springtime, stirring and clearing the air.

Emily's lost in a deep concentration, trying to put this to right. she can't waywardly throw her energy into him - Hibiki warned that it was like pouring a cup of wine into a dry well - but if she focuses on restoration, then there's a chance. his blood needs to warm, to carry heat across his body, to cycle it through carefully enough that he won't go into shock. keep the core protected, and the rest will come. she can afford no distractions, for this close, to her, it is almost as if she can feel their heartbeats synchronized.

steady. steady. pulling someone up from the depths, and slowly rising with them.

there is a kettle, though, in the tiny excuse for a breakroom they have.]

[starshepard]

[ She feels it before she sees it, that telltale sense of magic that sends a rush through her. It pulls her back into the room like a moth to a flame. Being in a world without aether has left Azem feeling out of sorts. Feeling something similar, something that feels so normal to her that she wants to grasp it and never let it go.

Everything about this energy reminds her of a high level cure spell casts by someone who focuses more on white magic than she does. It's soothing even if it's not directed at her.

After a moment spent basking in the familiar feeling she shakes herself out of it, remembering there's food that needs to be prepared. She quickly turns, shucking off her rain coat and setting it somewhere near the door before finding a sink to clean herself up as best she can. There's little that can be done for all of the mud and bloody rain that's clung to her lower half but at least she can clean up her face and hands. Once she's as clean as she's going to get she pokes around until she finds the kettle and sets about getting everything ready.

If Emily doesn't come find her before the noodles are done she'll return to the room to check on her. ]

[medicative]

[she'll witness the tail end of it, the glow fading from Emily's hands and the breeze dying. warmth and a bit of color has returned to the man's face, drawn up by her work. he'll stay warm, cocooned as he is, growing more so with time. but working that hard, that quickly takes a toll, and she has to step back, feeling like she just ran for miles. unconsciously, she'd poured more and more of her own energy into him, trying to reach him - she's so tired, and she wishes she could simply curl up next to him and nap. but she can't do that when other people are around. the most she can get away with is brushing his hair back from his forehead, to kiss it and hope he has a deep and dreamless sleep.

of course, realizing Azem walked in the room, she straightens instantly and blushes. that's not the most professional look on her.]

...Majima is stable enough that he's not going to get worse, but still fragile. I'm going to keep him here and not risk transfer to another facility unless necessary - we can observe his condition in the meanwhile.

[so, her initial message of "he's alive but critical" is unchanged.]

[starshepard]

[ Azem smiles as she catches the little kiss. It's sweet to see and the urge to tease rises a little but she squashes it down. She doesn't know this woman well enough to do such things.

Though maybe she'd tease Majima a little later. ]

That's a relief.

[ She jerks a thumb over her shoulder back toward where the food is waiting. ] Should I bring everything in here or... Also I wasn't sure what to get so I, uh, just got a little of everything I could.

[medicative]

Y-yes, do you need help with it?

[she steps Azem's direction, but has to pause when she's swaying. ugh, there's that faintness in her body...she'll have to sit soon.]

[starshepard]

[ Azem raises her hands and takes a couple of steps forward as if she could catch the other woman from across the room. ]

No, no, I can get it. You just take a seat and give me a moment.

[ She'll wait for Emily to sit before slipping out of the room and gathering everything up. A few moments later she'll return with a full bag hanging from one arm and each hand full with a cup of ramen; one spicy and one not. ]

I wasn't sure which you prefer so I got one of each. And there's a lot of other stuff in the bag. [ Including a few different options for drinks, tea mostly though there were a few jelly drinks that Azem found intriguing. ]

[medicative]

[if she's sitting, she isn't stumbling. instead, she just looks exhausted, and carefully takes the not spicy ramen from Azem.]

I appreciate it, truly. You can tell me however much this set you back, and I'll see you reimbursed for it.

[because it's not exactly fair to have someone bring in a patient and then make them go get you food in cursed blood rain.]

And I'll say it again now - thank you for finding him. For bringing him in. You saved his life for it, and I can't imagine it was easy doing so.

[starshepard]

Don't worry about it. [ She says as she lays everything out. ] I don't care that much about money.

[ Which is true. It wasn't as much of a necessity back home. It is here but she feels she makes enough to cover what she needs.

Rather than sit and potentially leave more of a mess to be cleaned up, Azem chooses to stand as she tucks into the spicy noodle cup. ]

I'm glad I found him when I did, though I wish I could have found him sooner. If this place hadn't taken so much of what I can do from me... [ She trails off as her gaze drifts the unconscious Majima. ]