medicares

@141simon  ;  no need for that.   it's a pleasure;   and it's my job.   'course that's not very nice to say,   isn't it.

@medicares     ★      […]    ‘RE YOU ENDIN’ IT LIKE THAT?   GOING ALL THAT WAY JUST TO SAY GOODBYE QUILL?    DON’T LIE.     [john’s voice remains firm,  he’s searching for any hesitation or uncertainty in koda’s expression.   dubeity embodies john,  this   […]    uncertainty towards koda’s intentions.]    YOU DON’T WANT IT TO BE THE LAST TIME DO YOU QUILL?

@Bravo6d  ;  i just—   need to see him one last time.   i want to say goodbye this time.

@BO2657   ;   [   for a brief moment;   the medics face falls.   ]   yeah,   i figured.   sorry,   you just up and left without saying anything and i—   [   nothing comes out,   just a dejected sigh.    ]   you're right.   i don't know what i'm doing here,   why i'm here.   i don't know.

(bastard)..  you shouldn’t be here, quill.  [a frown, a pained look is seen on face until he’s turning to anywhere else besides them.]  needed to be alone. and away from everyone else, “on leave”.

@BO2657  ;  i—   i asked him where you went.   he didn't want to give me your location  ..  i had to beg him for it.

/⠀ :3 ?

@NCIRCLAWED,  /  who wrote that

@BO2657 /  boy what the hell

,̲,̲   @BO2657   ;   (   to know that they aren't alone in what they feel ..   relieved dakoda's fried nerves.   though the lingering thought of letting someone get close again,   just for them to leave him--   scared him.   hush was different,   wouldn't intentionally hurt him in the way.   the two of them have a different bond,   one that the medic hasn't had in years.   to feel close to someone in a way that has him seeking them out subconsciously,   its addicting.   )   you don't have to say anything,   i know what you are saying ..  for the first time in years.   i've felt alive,   that my only purpose wasn't to save people.   (   unspoken words linger in his mouth,   afraid to open up.   )   i've saved people my entire life,   watched as they found purpose ..   i wanted that but accepted i would never get it.   til i met you.

i think..  [for the first time, he’s at a loss for words. mind cluttered, conflicted on whether to stay or go—every rational thought in his mind is saying to leave and forget. to close himself off and wallow in self-pity, staring at the broken pieces of himself and picking them up and the sharp edges cutting the flesh in the process. but he’d like to stay, even for a little while.]  it’s difficult to put what i feel in words, dakoda. if i say it, i’d crumble into pieces. if i don’t it’d eat me alive. but every second i take one look at you i feel my heart tremble. suddenly, do i feel a little less torn. i’m not sure what peace is supposed to feel, but it may feel a lot like you. 

,̲,̲   @BO2657   ;   (   —how did they get here?   standing so close,   yet so far from each other.   their eyes meet every so often during long pauses and yet,   it's not awkward.   it's just the two of them tonight,   basking in each others silence.   the air is light yet suffocating in a good way,   keeping him from spilling everything they have wanted to stay to each other.   )   i'm here—   hush.   there's nowhere else i'd wanna be but here with you.   (   the words eventually come out,   laced with slight worry and anxiety.   once again,   dakoda looks up and takes in hush's appearance.   watching,   observing his behavior.   following the tap of his fingers,   watching him avert his eyes—   (   LOOKING EVERYWHERE BUT ME   ).   it's comforting in a way to know that perhaps the medic isn't the only one thrumming with ..   this energy.   )   i'm sorry i cannot be there for you everyday.   if i wasn't bound by this life ..   i would be at your side,   whenever i can.   (   the words are raw,   leaving a lingering aftertaste.   he's not quite sure if he likes it or not.   )

,̲,̲   @BO2657    ⸃ˑ
                     ⤹   ᵛⁱᵃᵐ  ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿⁱᵉᵐᵘˢ  ᵈᵒᶜ  ༨ 
            a simple gift—   i'm not sure you know what simple is!   (   they say in a teasing tone,   though it's a little hard for them to comprehend a gift of this size.   )   i ..   i appreciate this though.   thank you.

i’m sure. and if you are planning on paying me back, do not. it’s fine. there is ..  about a thousand, in money. a simple little gift. i weren’t exactly sure what you’d like.

,̲,̲   @BO2657    ⸃ˑ
                     ⤹   ᵛⁱᵃᵐ  ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿⁱᵉᵐᵘˢ  ᵈᵒᶜ  ༨ 
            food—   money?   you did not have to ..   this is very kind of you.   (   with a warm smile,   they take the box,   opening it to see what is inside.   )    a thank you?   this is ..   very generous!   are you sure?

how can i   /not/—      [   might as well spare him another tangent regarding the rus, just this once. albeit, it’s more the canadian freeze that shuts havva up than anything. the wind picks up around the car carrying them, shaking right to left & left to right, chilling exposed ears and the tip of tongue, stinging eyes.   eyes darted to glare daggers from the tree she was convinced they’d passed a third time now to dakoda; voice sounds itself out, more defeated than she’d like to admit.   ]     promise—promise? 

,̲,̲   @k_adin    ⸃ˑ
                     ⤹   ᵛⁱᵃᵐ  ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿⁱᵉᵐᵘˢ  ᵈᵒᶜ  ༨ 
            *c'est sympa de l'avoir autour.   i'm sorry,   i didn't realize you had such bad ..   blood between each other.   (   the medic knows—   doesn't necessarily care about the complaint.   )   if you can make it through the trip without killing him.   i'll buy whatever you want when we get back,   promise.
            *it's nice to have him around

he’ll ruin the trip just glooming..   and looming..   and causing me a migraine..   and threatening to cut my hair in my sleep like he did last week—     D’YOU REMEMBER THAT?   huh?   and he didn’t even follow up on it.   coward. 

i look nothing like an elf.     [   initial response is to stifle through a sneer silently and wait. and wait. and wait some more until dakoda picks up another, maybe friendlier, conversation piece to blubber some english and most french about today. head shoots up when he doesn’t, and bears witness to the combing of the hair, in all of its black and white glory. an eyebrow raises—  havva never was one to put things lightly, even those meant to be light–hearted.   ]     /what are you doing/?     [   and it may as well not be just the question at hand being asked here.   ]

*it suits you

,̲,̲   @k_adin    ⸃ˑ
                     ⤹   ᵛⁱᵃᵐ  ⁱⁿᵛᵉⁿⁱᵉᵐᵘˢ  ᵈᵒᶜ  ༨ 
            if you make me dress up as santa claus—   i will make you dress up as an elf.   *ça te va!   (   although he laughs,   his subconsciously touches his hair with a frown.   she is right,   his hair is going white slowly.   )