( closed ) with my fists in the air, if my body's alive

[periastron]

WHO: Sarah Manning & Alexandra Karahalios
WHAT: disasters
WHEN: once Sarah's back from her mission
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES:

Sarah,

( she starts, before immediately falling into a long pause, chewing her lip and just looking at Sarah. Alex has a bag in her hand, and rubs her jaw with the knuckles of her other hand. )

What— what the— what the flipping Christ did you do?

( Her cheeks inflate, and slowly she exhales, before taking a step closer. )

Fucksticks. Are you feeling okay?

Comments

[coppelganger]

Yeah, probably. I should get back home.

[periastron]

C’mon. I’ll help you up the stairs, if you promise not to get wriggly again.

( Standing up, she offers a hand to Sarah. )

We can do a slow shuffle.

[coppelganger]

I can walk.

[ She gathers up her crutches and prepares to hobble back to the tower and then up the stairs to her room. It's a daunting prospect, honestly, especially after she just fucked her ankle up all over again. ]

[periastron]

I know, but how am I gonna feel good about myself, if I'm not being all strong and macho and obnoxious? Clearly I'm the real victim, here.

( She smiles, and gently squeezes Sarah's hand. )

I know I just said we can head back, but there's no rush. We can just chill out here for a bit first, if your ankle's still feeling rough after that knock. Just take a breather?

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah looks down at their hands, bemused, and then back up. ]

Sure, if you want to.

[periastron]

Well,

( she starts, dramatically (of course) as her hand releases Sarah's, )

I can imagine worse fates. I guess.