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deercountry2023-02-06 07:48 pm
miyagimagic) wrote in deercountry2023-02-06 07:48 pm
(closed) february catchall
Who: Ange (entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.
What: February shenanigans.
When: During all of February.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.
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entreats), Chizuru (tealeafs), Daniel (miyagimagic) and various others.What: February shenanigans.
When: During all of February.
Where: Locations vary.
Content Warnings: Nothing right now, specific warnings will be in headers when they come up.
( starters in the comments! if you want to plot anything with me, feel free to either pm the journal or contact me at
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It doesn't matter, right? Like Baltus is telling her.. she did this before. And she has to do this again now. There's no other option.
Still.. she's scared. Ange is so terrified right now, and she's so well aware of it that she moves one hand to borrow it in Baltus' fur, almost as if she needs the strength of his presence to carry her through this as she's moving her other glowing hand until it rests directly of top of where the snake sank its fangs into the man.
"Come, try to remember.."
The girl's voice trembles as she speaks, but she doesn't stop.
"What form did you have..?"
At first it seems like the magic isn't doing anything - even Ange notices it, and it makes her push herself even harder, trying to squeeze every last drip of her magical ability out of herself here.
"It wasn't like this. You can't--" Ah, this isn't part of how this magic is supposed to work traditionally, right? This isn't what you're supposed to say, but the words live so strongly in Ange's heart that they come out all the same, the girl's eyes growing more watery with each passing moment. "You can't die, okay..?"
At least the emotion does seem to finally kickstart her magic. There isn't enough of it left to heal the man completely, but the wound does start knitting itself back together at the most lethal parts, and the active parts of the poison seem to leave Break's body entirely as Ange lets out a sob.
cw: healing-related body horror
He very rarely makes noise when he's hurt, and when he does, it's generally a proper scream of agony. Such a pathetic sound really doesn't suit him at all.
But it's working, enough so that once Ange's magic has gotten him started, Break's latches on to keep things going. He hasn't realized it yet, but his powers wear him out the same way the Mad Hatter's did in part because he expects them and even wants them to. That same power strikes him blind again from time to time during his moments of self-loathing, and if he concentrates, he can likewise bring his sight back. Now, as Break comes just aware enough to understand what Ange is doing, his helpless faith in her power pushes the magic she has left farther than it could go on its own.
Faint flickers of violet shudder across the still-open wounds, betraying what's happening. Break murmurs something unintelligible, protesting how keenly he can feel his body trying to put itself back together. It's very much like a reversal of the way he once felt as though it were slowly cracking all around him as the Hatter wore him down, and his hand moves, searching for Ange's.
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The hand she suddenly feels brushing against her own is another sign of it, and Ange reaches back to properly hold it, rather than continue to let the hand blindly trying to grasp her own. Her hold on the hand is weak at first, but then becomes a little tighter - perhaps because she's using it as a way for her to hold on here as well in such a scary situation.
But even as she's holding the hand, she's still pushing her magic. Even with Break helping, she knows she can't let up, that she has to make sure he's at least okay, even if it means squeezing her magic out to the very last drops of it.
And she does. After the major injuries are taken care of, Ange's magic just runs out. Her glowing golden eyes vanish, and the girl slumps forward in exhaustion, her head now leaning against Break's chest.
Ange is so tired. She's so tired, but she has to know--
"Was it.. enough..?"
Is he alright? Is he alive? Maybe she should be more worried about how the two of them are even going to get out of here, since that's another problem entirely, but there's no room left in Ange's tired head for anything but the worry about Break's current status.
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This half-healed state is much more familiar to him, though, and he settles into it with a weird sort of comfort. Relief that he isn't dying here today after all. That he isn't leaving yet another princess with awful memories of his final departure from her life, even if this time, in theory, he'd return to her.
For a while, he simply lays there, aware but muzzy enough that he can't quite put together words to answer her question. As his mind tries to patch together what just happened into something that makes sense, he forgets she asked entirely. Instead, his mind settles on one thing that is really bothering him, and after a few more minutes of focused breathing he remembers how to make his mouth work.
“…‘zat a fucking…gun building…?"
This is not the first time Break has fallen unconscious in an attack of some sort, woken up, and picked back up right where he left off. Last time this happened a Baskerville brat with poor timing wound up receiving a punt he'd meant to land on Vincent Nightray some while earlier. He is still miffed about that, because Break has priorities.
You did not dream that, no, Baltus confirms, laying down to snuggle up against both of them, exhausted. Break slurs something that sounds like "good grief" under his breath.
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It feels like it might not have been enough, after all. Not with what she can hear from his heart, not with how she can feel his body shaking. Break is still not okay - but Ange knows she can't do anything about it anymore. She's already put all of her magic into the fight with the monster and then this attempt to heal Break, and she's so drained that she can barely even more anymore, let alone summon forth any more magic.
It'd be a horrible way for this to end, Ange thinks. Break dying out here like this. Ange being unable to do a thing about it. Her fault. During something that was just supposed to be a more or less routine thing in Trench.
It brings forth an anxiety that threatens to make Ange outright nauseous--
--all the way until she instead hears that. And despite the fact that it's so much weaker than usually - it's not like her energy suddenly returns to her, after all - Ange lets out the most dramatic groan possible in her current condition against Break's torso.
"Are you kidding me..?"
She's probably trying to sound offended.
Instead Ange just sounds young. She sounds scared. It's the total opposite of the determined and cold attitude that came over her while dealing with the snake itself.
"I thought you were dying.. you idiot.." (Maybe it'd sound a little more convincingly angry if it didn't sound like she was also on the verge of tears.)