Higurashi aftermath

[sharpasafawkes]

[IN OUR LAST EPISODE Shaun and Cesare had a little trip down to the labs, if by "trip" we mean "a magical adventure full of torture-filled antics". Needless to say there's one historian laid up in a hospital bed, more or less asleep and bandaged like you wouldn't believe.]

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[maleborgia]

*totally not loitering in the hallway outside his door, what.*

[maleborgia]

*it's fine, this is just networking. right? that's normal. you know how to do that. just damage control.*

[maleborgia]

*regardless, very tense when he opens that door*

[sharpasafawkes]

[Still sleeping, thank god and- damn, he seriously looks worse for wear, let's say that.]

[maleborgia]

*taking a seat in the chair left there for visitors after a moment's hesitation, clearly not sure if he should be here or not*

[sharpasafawkes]

[making a soft, thankfully free-of-terrible-agony sound in his sleep, rustling the covers a bit]

[maleborgia]

*drumming one hand on the objects in his lap--a small bundle and a worn book*

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

[During one of the times Tony is not eating, sleeping, or pissing, which are major among the few activities that keep him away from Shaun's bedside, he's keeping himself busy by drawing fresh cherry-cough-syrup wards all around Shaun's hospital room door.]

[sharpasafawkes]

[well that would be the first thing he remarks on

or at least, if he could coordinate his vocal chords, it honestly comes out more as a groan.]

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

[It is only because of much practice that Tony manages not to smear the glyph he's currently painting.]

Shaun? Hold on just a second, I'm almost done here. Have to finish before I stop or it wrecks the spell.

[sharpasafawkes]

[well, he's not going anywhere, though he is absentmindedly fumbling around for his glasses.]

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

[Hurries it up with that ward-painting; a few more funny glyphs and the entire thing flares red, then fades into the walls and door, leaving only a strong smell of fake cherry behind.]

[sharpasafawkes]

God that's horrid...

[maleborgia]

*does this coincide with the time that Cesare has been deaged? because he is not going to approach Tony normally, not yet at least, apart from a short and very formal apology as soon as he was able to make one.

regardless, there is a seven-year-old standing behind Tony and watching curiously.*

That smells strange.

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

[He has to refresh them at some point, so sure it can. As for the apology, Tony basically told him not to sweat it. Probably in those words, in fact. Hope Cesare's up on slang.]

Yeah, but it's the stuff that works best-

Hey, wait. When did you get tiny. . . I mean, get here?

[maleborgia]

This morning. I'm visiting Shaun!

[spookmagnet.livejournal.com]

I see. He's pretty hurt, so go easy on him, okay? No jumping on the bed, or whatever kids do.

[maleborgia]

*nods* I won't.

[fistingthing]

I thought you were familiar with the use of those 'gun' weapons that so many insist are better than my sword or axe?

[Fenris is leaning against your doorframe, a bottle of wine dangling negligently from one hand.]

[sharpasafawkes]

I was, at least better than most people who've never been here, but it doesn't work so well when they've already cut your throat. Also I didn't have one on me at the time.

[fistingthing]

Foolish, going unarmed. [Fenris . . . isn't really the sympathetic type, sorry. Then again, he's holding up the wine . . . ] I brought you a present.

[sharpasafawkes]

Why you charmer, I can't have it now, it'll make a mess of what's already going through me, but I'll be glad to have it later.

Or you could have it now, a bit of company wouldn't go amiss.

[fistingthing]

Me, charming? That's new. I suppose I can sit with you for a bit. I have very few pressing engagements these days.

[He straightens up - well, as straight as he ever stands, anyways, no longer leaning against the door but still held in his habitual wary, feral hunch and steps foward.]

[fistingthing]

[And the doorway flares with red light and fake cherry scent and bounces him back into the hall; by the time the red light clears from the doorway, Fenris is glowing blue and bristling.] Venhedis! Fasta vass!

[sharpasafawkes]

[facepalming so much]

Oh bloody hell Tony, what did you do now?