@aegisheart + starter call ( accepting ! ): daze — for one muse to wake somewhere and find the other hovering over them.
in truth, she had only come to the infirmary in search of her lost earring. instead, dorothea found herself perplexed by the sight of felix, and although manuela’s retelling made sense—according to word of mouth, the man had, apparently ( but not surprisingly ), overworked himself on an empty stomach, possibly had skipped proper rest in the prior days—she was still dumbfounded; he was innocuous like this, mild. vulnerable to his own body. young. dorothea had offered to stay and watch over in order for manuela to help herself to dinner⸺ she had something to search for here, anyway.
as she looked under the beds, she heard a rustling. immediately, but not without careful steps, she approached his bed, watched him stir. when he blinked his eyes open, a sigh of relief escaped her, “ oh, good, you’re alive. ” she said, perhaps exaggerating the situation. taking a seat on the stool beside him, she wondered what manuela would say, and tried her voice again, “ do you remember anything ? ”
