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[acreage]

WHO: Amos Burton, James Holden, Wysteria, Ellis, and YOU
WHAT: Two spacemen fall out of a rift, later explore scenic Kirkwall
WHEN: Nnnnowish? Waves hands
WHERE: The Wounded Coast, then Kirkwall
NOTES: A closed arrival thread, plus open individual threads for meeting Amos and/or Jim after their quarantine period.

Comments

[tender]

Derrica tracks Athessa's passing for a moment, before turning her attention back to Holden. Her fingers find his jaw, tipping his face towards the light.

"She'll call you something else if you ask her," Derrica says, eyes narrowing slightly as she inspects his face. "In case you're worried about that nickname sticking."

Her thumb taps lightly at his cheek, before she smiles a little.

"Deep breath," she instructs, before flattening her palm against his cheek, fingers splaying across his cheekbone. She whispers, too softly to make out in the midst of barroom chatter, and a wash of cool light spreads across his skin, erasing the throbbing heat of a new-forming bruise.

[acreage]

He chuckles.

"I've been called worse. It's fine."

It's not like it's an inaccurate nickname. And, between Amos and Alex, he's gotten used to answering to about any name called in his direction.

Deep breath, she says, and he does, and then — that. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but there's nothing overly flashy, nothing too bizarre in this. The pain subsides.

"How can you do that?"