falling ill

[keep_busy]

A few months after the business with the chalice, Annie (with a gold engagement stud in one earlobe, now receiving mail at Aldaras's apartment, and thoroughly comfortable with Being Necklaced, to the point where she's helping mold the thing towards more exacting standards for real-world-practical as well as theoretical compatibility) is in bed with some unidentified sort of head cold or flu. Aldaras doesn't have it so far, so she is snuggled under the covers while he makes her spicy soup to help clear her sinuses and because she's having a little trouble with non-liquids. He's worried, she's mostly just groggy. Zzzz.

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[darkest_evening]

Prime is silent.

[namesthesky]

Aya is weeping very quietly.

[darkest_evening]

He keeps holding her, throughout. But - yeah, no, silence unless prompted.

[namesthesky]

"I'm a Bell. If all things considered the sane thing to do is have me spend two minutes dead I can deal with that."

[darkest_evening]

"I know you can. I don't want you to have to."

[namesthesky]

"I have to deal with something. That might be the easiest thing, even."

[darkest_evening]

"Okay," he whispers.

[namesthesky]

"I would do whatever would make you happy but if there isn't a thing like that then I have to do something else."

[darkest_evening]

"I know. I'm not upset with you, Aya, I'm - frustrated at the situation."

[namesthesky]

Nod. Cling.

[darkest_evening]

Snuggle. Silence.

[namesthesky]

"You know that even if you aren't upset at me it still bothers me when you're upset, don't you?"

[darkest_evening]

"Yes. I - sorry."

[namesthesky]

Snuggle.

[darkest_evening]

Snuggle.

"The hugs are helping."

[namesthesky]

"Good."

[darkest_evening]

"Mhm."