a long time ago, when the earth was green

NPC affiliated with OUT2: Glass

[onceuponareflection-blog]

tfw || SHINJI ??? || closed for kotone

[itisashslmystery]

"To be honest, it was the fact that your door was closest. But… maybe I was… a little harsh with that number.”

He coughs and clenched his fists when Sorrel began to work. Wow, it was certainly uncomfortable to have someone’s hands all over you. Shinji looked more uncomfortable than anyone else in the room, especially because the question marks by his name were specifically to avoid this kind of situation.

"Maybe," he repeated, looking down at the ground before looking back up at Kotone. "I’m not a very trustful person, you see. I’ve been trying to hide what I am for weeks and weeks. It’s hard, Kotone, it’s so hard. Someone figured out my last name, two people know where I grew up and about my family. One person knows exactly what I am. The name just slipped out and the facts about my family because… I needed to talk to someone before I lost myself in this lie and forgot who I was."

"You were living a lie, too. You lied to everyone when you said your fake name and talent. You lied when you joined us in wondering ‘why were we here in this hell?’ You’re a liar. I’m a liar. I think I just found comfort in that. We’re birds of a feather. Though you’ve lost your lies and here I am, still holding on to mine desperately."

[shslsharknerdo-blog]

 It…was scary to have a person like Shinji call her out on all this, but it was equally as scary to have him compare himself to her. But he wasn’t wrong. The two of them were two peas in the same mystery pod. But…she just wanted to find reasons why this couldn’t be true. She wasn’t Shinji. She wasn’t a murderer. She wasn’t scary.

"…"

"Then you of all people should know why I lied for so long. I couldn’t let my identity slip. My life is too threatening to Hope’s Peak, a-and if they knew who my family was, they could easily pick them off to get to me,"

"After all, birds of a feather understand each other right? Or something. It’s the reason I’ve been leaving you and your secrets alone. My talent may be in exposing others, but only for the betterment of the world, and stuff."

"…But I wouldn’t say I’ve left my lies behind me. When we leave here…I’m gonna have to go back to being Channing Burke."

[onceuponahorn]

All this talk of lies and lying seems to have made Sorrel even more uncomfortable than he already was. When he's finished bandaging up Shinji, he goes to dispose of the used materials and then steps out of sight behind the case that sits on the other side of his worktable. Did he just... go hide from them? Yep. Seems like it. At least he made sure Shinji was fixed up first. Okay then, bye Sorrel.

[onceuponareflection-blog]

tfw || SHINJI ??? || closed for kotone

[itisashslmystery]

Shinji raises his eyebrow at… this furry. Wow, Aideen wasn’t kidding about these things. Shinji had mostly avoided them and tried to entertain himself in other ways such as writing and not getting stabbed like everyone else in this hell hole. Well, his time had come and here he was, trying to not stare at this guy’s horn. 

"Thank fucking Christ on a bicycle. I hope that you have actual medical training," he said, leaning a bit more on Kotone. Thankfully she was on the dry side and would get a minimal amount of blood on her. 

"As for the wound… Eh, it was a mistake! An accident, if you will. I’m normally careful, you see, that’s why I tried to do this myself."

He wasn’t careful enough on what maniacs to let back in his life, though. 

[shslsharknerdo-blog]

 Heck if you did try and do it yourself, cock sucker, you came to my door. 

 Still, Kotone says nothing as she leans against the doorframe, pretty exhausted from the downward trek. Shinji was much heavier than Daisy, even if he was actually walking, and their room was much higher up than Daisy’s comfy first floor room. The fact that she was now re-covered in blood did not sit well with her, but it could always be worse.

 As she watched the tiny unicorn scuttling around Shinji, she couldn’t help but think back to the trial. To the moment right before they came down. Shinji…was such a scary individual, yet he was acting very innocent and almost carefree, like the silly burrito she found him as when they first met. But not to mention…

"…"

"Shinji-san…In the trial you said you could live here for a hundred years and never forgive me, and I know you have better, closer acquaintances than me. So…why did you come to my door? I could almost understand it was the easiest option, but…"

In all truth, if Kotone could pick between limping down the stairs with a cut like his or going to him for help, she’d take her chances on the stairs.

[onceuponahorn]

Somehow Sorrel doesn't seem convinced by that story, nor does he appear particularly at ease around Shinji. Nevertheless, he does his job. It takes only seconds for Sorrel to gather everything he needs, and then he's hurrying to Shinji's side. There's pretty obvious tension in the set of his shoulders, and he hasn't actually verbally responded in any way, but as he pulls Shinji's shirt and jacket out of the way his movements are swift and professional. He clearly has some kind of training, and plenty of experience.

Still without another word, Sorrel uncorks one of the bottles he'd retrieved and, using a clean cloth, quickly cleans Shinji's wound. There's probably a light sting, but no more than is normal for antiseptics. The tincture smells like a mix of lavender and honey, and when he's finished and has set it aside, Sorrel presses a fresh piece of linen over the stab wound and quickly begins winding a roll of bandages around it. Don't worry Shinji, you'll be patched up in no time!

[onceuponareflection-blog]

tfw || SHINJI ??? || closed for kotone

[itisashslmystery]

Shinji didn’t look closely. In fact,he was having a hard time looking anywhere. He didn’t want to look at his wound and get nervous about it. He didn’t want to look Kotone in the eye because maybe she’d ask him more about what happened. He didn’t want to talk about it. He just wanted to get healed and forget it. 

The second that she bent to his demands, he smiled weakly and put his arm around her.Maybe he was wrong about calling her a piece of shit in trial.

"Thanks, roomie. Nice to know that you wouldn’t leave me bleeding on your doorstep."

Tally ho

[shslsharknerdo-blog]

 Tally ho indeed, motherfrickers.

 Perhaps this wasn’t her best idea, she considered as Shinji leaned onto her. There were a multiple of issues that could arise, and Shinji was a scary enough being on his own without having to plot anything. Even the way he thanked her, the scowl of his, it was a little unnerving.

 But it’d probably be worse for her if she did just dump him somewhere. At least this way, Shinji and hopefully Aideen by extension would owe her one. Besides, Kotone knew fake blood and she knew whatever was dripping from Shinji’s veins was not that. What real danger could be pose to her if he was really hurt that badly.

 She was so busy entertaining these thoughts that she hardly had the piece of mind to reply to whatever Shinji was saying, much less make polite conversation with him. Maybe it was for the best, because very few good conversations are spent over the topic of a bleeding arm.

 Finally after descending a seemingly endless fleet of stairs-the task was becoming somewhat normal to her-she helped Shinji into the clinic, hopefully not interrupting any shipping moments between Sorrel and Elle.

"Sorrel-san, I’m back. We have another injury,"

 It was almost comedic how deadpan she was in dealing with this situation as compared to last night. Granted, her adrenaline wasn’t pumping, she wasn’t about to loose Shinji and even if she did, she wouldn’t mourn him like she would’ve mourned Daisy.

[onceuponahorn]

When the two of them stumble in, Sorrel appears to be busy neatly arranging fresh bottles on some of the shelves. He starts a little at the sudden entry, and when he glances over his eyes widen and he quickly moves to deposit his armful of bottles over on his worktable so that his hands are free.

"O-oh, p-please, um, s-sit down on one of the beds, I-I'll... be right over..." Sorrel trails off, darting glances up at Shinji. Then he hurries around to the other side of his worktable and starts pulling out clean rolls of bandages and clothes. "What happened?"

[warorionna]

Maybe someday Momoe will stop wALKING IN ON THEM

[onceuponahorn]

Excuse me? Unicorn friend? Did anyone visit here last night, take anything off the shelves?

Sorrel seems to notice Bennett’s presence this time- if only because he’s facing the door, ears pricked. He glances away for a moment at her question, eye darting over the room as though making sure she’s talking to him. 

When he looks back at her, it looks like he’s started to cry.

He answers so softly that it doesn’t actually carry across the room, Bennett can’t hear him from the door.

[onceuponahorn]

Hey there, um, friend. Could you prescribe me something for nausea? And possibly insomnia? It would be so appreciated.

Sorrel jumps, hooves clattering against the floor as he lands again and whirls around, ears laid flat. He stares at Bennett for a beat or two with his eye wide and panicky. Oops she startled the unicorn.

"O-o-oh, I, um… o-over… there…" He ducks his head, making a quick little gesture towards one of the shelves, "For… sleep…" While Bennett, presumably, heads in that direction, he picks another bottle off a shelf nearer to him, sets it on the floor, and rolls it towards her before rushing towards the back of the room and behind the desk, still watching her with a wary expression.