[ It's clear his intention is a polite "heads up, this is going to suck," but Sciel shifts so she can eye him with a meaningful, slow blink that suggests "yes, thank you, I assumed."
The truth is, when it does hit her skin, she doesn't really feel it. The semi-solid bits are more easily identified, but as she watches him tend to the wound, Sciel recognizes that there just isn't a lot of sensation there at all.
After another stream of mental curses, she starts working her fingers. Focuses on flexing one hand at a time, and when that just results in a lot of trembling, one finger at a time. ]
...I was...l-looking forward to the...skiing, the...b-beauty. [ Of the snow, she means, as her gaze drifts out to the harsh wasteland beyond their temporary 'haven.' ] This is...l-less fun.
[ Fuck Frozen Hearts, honestly. How'd he decided to live here for so long? She pictures Verso and Monoco holed up in a place like this, snuggled up for warmth and, with her thoughts still a little iced over, chuckles to herself in another visible puff of air. ]
[ Verso cringes as the slush washes over her wound, not because of her agony but because of the lack of it. That's not good. For what isn't the first time today, he wishes Lune were here. Even if she weren't able to heal the worst of it—unlikely; she's the most magically gifted of all of them, whereas Verso couldn't even heal a papercut on someone else's finger—there's no way that she hasn't memorized everything there is to know about first aid.
Everything there is to know about everything, really.
He strips off the Expedition armband from his coat, taking the initiative to wind it snugly around Sciel's wound. It's probably not the cleanest possible bandage, but something has to be better than nothing. (Maybe. He's not the first aid expert.) ]
Yeah, [ he says absentmindedly, just trying to distract her, keep her talking. If she falls asleep before the sun comes up, he's not confident she won't freeze to death. ] We used to go skiing here all the time, pre-Fracture.
[ Pre-Nevrons, too, obviously. ]
...You should have seen me do tricks, [ he offers, playing it up. ] Turns out that I excel on water before and after it's frozen.
[ He wraps her wound in the emblem of their expedition, the one that Maelle had given to him, and she watches it as it becomes gradually twinged with her blood, wondering if there might be some symbolism to be found there. ...Since her mind is sluggish and deathly cold, though, Sciel dismisses the possible poetry of the moment and tries to focus on the sensation of him binding the wound, finding it...yep, still numb. ]
The Dessendres. [ She states, eyes unfocused, still trained on the golden band(age). "We" means the Dessendres, which she's since learned include...painted people, like Sciel herself, except that these are copies of 'real' people in another world. ...With the exception being the Paintess, who is both Verso's mother and Maelle's, but they aren't really related.
Distantly, she imagines the Paintress on skiis. Sciel laughs again, albeit weakly. ]
Don't tell m-me you were...swim captain and s-skii captain. [ She says warningly, her voice low, but amused. She shouldn't tease too much, though: he'd done a perfectly respectable job of teaching her how to swim, in that...last amorous day and night together. He's probably very good at skiing.
Even so -- and even in spite of her half-asleep sort of haze -- she knows he's teasing. Trying to keep her as alert as he can. So she tries, pushing herself beyond that tempting fog. ]
Jumps. Turns. I could ski right off a slope and into a Bourgeon's mouth.
[ Joking. There weren't any Bourgeons around back then. He's not entirely lying, though; Verso is good at nearly everything—at least, everything Aline could think of to make him good at—and so he does have a talent for skiing. He'd always entertained the family with his little tricks, even if it meant being regrettably sore later.
Wound wrapped, he takes the edges of his coat and draws it tighter around Sciel. ]
You might be able to go skiing after this, too.
[ With your husband, he doesn't add, although he does know that's who it would be with; he approves, of course, because he can't not approve of Sciel having the love of her life returned to her, but it's not... enthusiastic approval. ]
[ When the sleeve is eased back down over her arm, the coat moved into place, she seems to relax with another short puff of breath, settling against him.
Verso doesn't have to mention Pierre for her to pick up on it. And though it's true -- once he's back, she intends to spend as little time apart from him as possible -- Sciel also doesn't mention that fact. Even if she's completely unapologetic in how she talks about her husband and doesn't at all dim her overwhelming excitement for his return, she also isn't cruel. The man currently keeping her alive is still important to her.
The possibility that Pierre could return had never been the reason she'd pushed for a more casual relationship, of course, but...hopefully it helps now. They'd agreed, hadn't they? That this would be better, keeping things purely physical?
Knowing what she knows of Verso now, though -- with all his masks -- she has to wonder what he really had thought, through all of it. ]
I will g-go skiiing. [ Sciel corrects. ] S'long as someone's ar-round to watch my s-step. And...actually t-teach me.
[ Also, if he thinks she's going to let him drop off the face of the earth once they retake the Canvas, he's got another thing coming. ]
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The truth is, when it does hit her skin, she doesn't really feel it. The semi-solid bits are more easily identified, but as she watches him tend to the wound, Sciel recognizes that there just isn't a lot of sensation there at all.
After another stream of mental curses, she starts working her fingers. Focuses on flexing one hand at a time, and when that just results in a lot of trembling, one finger at a time. ]
...I was...l-looking forward to the...skiing, the...b-beauty. [ Of the snow, she means, as her gaze drifts out to the harsh wasteland beyond their temporary 'haven.' ] This is...l-less fun.
[ Fuck Frozen Hearts, honestly. How'd he decided to live here for so long? She pictures Verso and Monoco holed up in a place like this, snuggled up for warmth and, with her thoughts still a little iced over, chuckles to herself in another visible puff of air. ]
i liked the tag better before but ok
Everything there is to know about everything, really.
He strips off the Expedition armband from his coat, taking the initiative to wind it snugly around Sciel's wound. It's probably not the cleanest possible bandage, but something has to be better than nothing. (Maybe. He's not the first aid expert.) ]
Yeah, [ he says absentmindedly, just trying to distract her, keep her talking. If she falls asleep before the sun comes up, he's not confident she won't freeze to death. ] We used to go skiing here all the time, pre-Fracture.
[ Pre-Nevrons, too, obviously. ]
...You should have seen me do tricks, [ he offers, playing it up. ] Turns out that I excel on water before and after it's frozen.
do not speak of funf!!
The Dessendres. [ She states, eyes unfocused, still trained on the golden band(age). "We" means the Dessendres, which she's since learned include...painted people, like Sciel herself, except that these are copies of 'real' people in another world. ...With the exception being the Paintess, who is both Verso's mother and Maelle's, but they aren't really related.
Distantly, she imagines the Paintress on skiis. Sciel laughs again, albeit weakly. ]
Don't tell m-me you were...swim captain and s-skii captain. [ She says warningly, her voice low, but amused. She shouldn't tease too much, though: he'd done a perfectly respectable job of teaching her how to swim, in that...last amorous day and night together. He's probably very good at skiing.
Even so -- and even in spite of her half-asleep sort of haze -- she knows he's teasing. Trying to keep her as alert as he can. So she tries, pushing herself beyond that tempting fog. ]
W...What tricks?
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[ Joking. There weren't any Bourgeons around back then. He's not entirely lying, though; Verso is good at nearly everything—at least, everything Aline could think of to make him good at—and so he does have a talent for skiing. He'd always entertained the family with his little tricks, even if it meant being regrettably sore later.
Wound wrapped, he takes the edges of his coat and draws it tighter around Sciel. ]
You might be able to go skiing after this, too.
[ With your husband, he doesn't add, although he does know that's who it would be with; he approves, of course, because he can't not approve of Sciel having the love of her life returned to her, but it's not... enthusiastic approval. ]
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Verso doesn't have to mention Pierre for her to pick up on it. And though it's true -- once he's back, she intends to spend as little time apart from him as possible -- Sciel also doesn't mention that fact. Even if she's completely unapologetic in how she talks about her husband and doesn't at all dim her overwhelming excitement for his return, she also isn't cruel. The man currently keeping her alive is still important to her.
The possibility that Pierre could return had never been the reason she'd pushed for a more casual relationship, of course, but...hopefully it helps now. They'd agreed, hadn't they? That this would be better, keeping things purely physical?
Knowing what she knows of Verso now, though -- with all his masks -- she has to wonder what he really had thought, through all of it. ]
I will g-go skiiing. [ Sciel corrects. ] S'long as someone's ar-round to watch my s-step. And...actually t-teach me.
[ Also, if he thinks she's going to let him drop off the face of the earth once they retake the Canvas, he's got another thing coming. ]