wardance: now she wants me to be honest and reconnect with my son. (♯i'm dating this Christian girl right)
『伊達政宗』 ᴅᴀᴛᴇ "LET ME DO IT KOJURO" ᴍᴀsᴀᴍᴜɴᴇ ([personal profile] wardance) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2016-06-12 11:45 pm

• closed • the truth of letting go lies in the answer

who Masamune [personal profile] wardance & Sieglinde [personal profile] grunehexe
what serious life changing decisions and requests are being made.
when forward dated to after the Recollection Festivities have concluded.
where In Residence (Oska)
warnings bad mothers mentioned and some squicky bone breaking of a 12-year-old's feet ;;




[ Although he has spent plenty of time socializing already, Masamune has also spent more time than what most here who know him to have ever done silent and by himself. The library has been an unlikely background to see the young warlord in, but following the end of the end of the recollection ceremony, Masamune has spent a lot of his time flipping through bound pages.

Now, back in his room, he has brought that atmosphere with him to a chair, wearing more modern casual attire, a white dog loyally resting by his feet. For Sieglinde, the door is always unlocked and doesn't require or expect a knock (although manners would help....). He glances up over his the top of his book curiously when he hears it open, the white dog's ears twitching curiously as it raises its head to greet the newest company to join them, tail already wagging.
]
grunehexe: (disappear)

[personal profile] grunehexe 2016-06-20 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[It seemed like it took forever, but she knew it could only be a matter of minutes. She knew that- knew why it was even that she felt that strange expansion of time... but that didn't change how long it felt to be, feeling as if she could feel each and every shift of bone, scraping, aligning, burning.

That couldn't be true. She knew that, too, but still... It suddenly ends. At least, the pressure and movement ceases, her feet tightly supported by splints and bandage, leaving only the throbbing pain to remain, pounding in time with her haphazard heartbeat, which she tried to steady along with her breathing, nodding to try and acknowledge Masamune's work, the movement from chair to bed, trying to wipe the tears from her cheeks with fingers still harshly curled as if they still gripped the chair arm, joints too tightly locked.

Her eyes closed again briefly, as he brushes the hair from her face, speaks, gathering herself and her thoughts.]


I asked you to... It is fine...

[She didn't think of any additions to her pain as his fault, because it would be painful beyond normal imagining either way... What would be a little more that might come from asking for assistance from someone based only on trust and physical capabilities rather than experienced medical knowledge?

She had that, at least, and as her thoughts slowly returned she gathered them up, trying to force her fingers to straighten, keep her legs ramrod straight, not to shift at all. There'd be swelling, surely infection, she'd need-]


Can you bring me my bag... And a drink, please...
grunehexe: (pained)

[personal profile] grunehexe 2016-06-23 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Anticipating the toll the rebreaking would have on her, Sieglinde had prepared everything she would need beforehand. Painkillers, herbs to reduce inflammation, and teas for sleep. In between his first and second trip she weakly rummages in her satchel and pulls out the appropriate capsules and satchets, waiting for the drink he offered upon his return. The satchets went into the drink to diffuse, and the small pressed powders she swallows whole, only to be confronted with... A stuffed toy.]

I have not had such a thing since I was a girl...

[She almost laughs but it's too difficult for her. (And another reminder, that to her, girlhood was already a thing left far behind.) She could remember it, she thought- a black cat, soft and warm, that she had named Eben, a name only a three year old could convince of as brilliant.

But when she reached for it the lightning crackles in his hand and she's momentarily fascinated even through the pain, not even broken bones enough to stop her desire to learn and observe. Her watery emerald gaze followed it until it faded from sight, a hand weakly trying to feel around for it to see if it was invisible or actually dematerialized.]


What will it do...
grunehexe: (gentleness)

[personal profile] grunehexe 2016-06-24 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm... And you said you could not do magic...

[Her attempt at a tease failed just as much as her laugh had, the consequence of pain that had rendered her near mute and without humor, but at least she tried, placing the dragon she'd been given by her pillow, adjusting it weakly,

Sieglinde had always failed to come up with the proper name for what Masamune was to her. It did not feel as if he was her "friend"... Not in the way Sakura was... And he wasn't someone she considered one of her "disciples", like Olivia or Graham... She had wondered for a time, in Chantes, when she'd lied and claimed to be his sister, if that's what this was supposedly like. Siblings? But in the end, she had always been an only child, and knew precious little of how a normal familiar relationship was supposed to be like.

Masamune was just... Important. Enough that she'd forgive him even for thing she hated most.]


Thank you.

[And she did mean it, because he was the only one she could trust to do this, and he had, and it was done. For better or for worse.]

grunehexe: (pained)

[personal profile] grunehexe 2016-06-25 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Face the future to change the past. Rebreak her feet to return them to how they once were. Make herself less of a burden on her team by making her an even worse burden for a few weeks.

Sieglinde nodded weakly, wanting to believe in those words, hoping that they would be enough to change her own mind and erase the doubt she had, lingering even then as she drained her tea, forcing herself to do it all at once in order to avoid prolonging the foul taste.

Only then did she let herself lay down properly again, nuzzling into the pillow and curling up slightly into the fetal position, pulling the dragon she'd been handed into her arms.

Tried to smile at Masamune, to assure him that she'd sleep. (And she would, because she was good at making potions and powders, and she wasn't scrimping on her own dose, not now.)]


Good night.

[It would be hours before they'd wear off, but at least she'd have that long to rest first.]