#doctor-legundo

[anonymousglassofwater]

There was a note left outside their apartment door, stood against a bottle of the most expensive water on the market. The handwriting was rushed, seemed like an attempt at cursive, and overall not the most professional hand that could have been used, but it was legible.

Water,

I'm sorry for scaring you off last week. I hope you found your way home safe and we can talk again soon. I didn't know what drink you liked, so I got you some water, sorry if that's cheesy-

-Vik

@doctor-legundo

(The returned note is in very neat penmanship. They haven’t changed the way they write at all, still putting little swirls on the T’s and open-circle i’s.)

Do- Legundo.

It’s alright. It wasn’t your fault. You waking up so suddenly just startled me. I should be apologizing for dumping water on your head, if anything.

I would also like to see you again, it would be nice to get to know you and Owen better. The food was great, by the way. If you weren’t a doctor I’d say you’re a chef.

It’s not cheesy at all. I’m going to save it for a late night study session. Where the heck did you even get this thing-

…maybe a few study sessions together would be fun. We both study a kind of medicine, in a sense. You for the body, me for the mind. It would be interesting to see the other perspective.

And I do still owe you a coffee.

-Water

(It looks as if they had signed it with a last name as well, but it was too scribbled out to read most of it… it looked eerily similar to your own… but you’re probably just seeing things.)

[owen-the-lumberjack]

"Owen..." The man's voice was harsher than it had ever been with him, footsteps heavier and much more sinister. There was an air of anger and betrayal in his voice that mixed quite grotesquely with the usual violence the Soldier had.

"I didn't expect to see you back so soon..."

@doctor-legundo

Owen twists towards the voice a popping cracking sound emanating from within him.

He was nothing more than sooted flesh and bone and that warm deep orange glow shining out. But he recognises the other figure even if a lot has changed in the time he spent in the down.

"Doctor...."

No mouth means the words place themselves directly in Legundo's head.

Somewhere nearby a tree sets itself alight as the fire reaches its base.

[avidhunt]

@doctor-legundo | plotted starter

HE'S FRESH OFF the confrontation with Cleo, so to speak, when the good doctor finds him. Avid has not stopped moving since he and Cleo spoke--he's been pacing the length of town for the last… well, to be honest, he hasn't been counting the minutes, just been moving, because if he stops to think or breathe or eat or--

Avid's breathing is harsh. Ragged. His posture a little hunched, eyes a little wild when they skip over anyone who happens to pass him by, most people having kept a careful distance. He feels distinctly untethered from himself, he feels, he feels-feels-feels, an unending torrent of awful that spills out, ugly and divine in its refreshing honesty to himself, Avid feels fucking terrible. Everything aches, and grief hangs heavy on his heart, and guilt reddens his palms with blood, and he is s o h u n g r y.

When Legs approaches, Avid's gaze snaps up to meet him. The red of his eyes is undeniable now. His pacing stops, frame tense, muscles taut and wound like a predator prepared to spring.

“Legs,” he manages to choke out. “Hey. Can we--can we talk later?”

[crimsonblrappreciation]

@doctor-legundo

They are awesome. Any and all things they post I read, I’ve scrolled so much down their page to read everything I’ve missed from them. They’ve entertained my silly little roleplay storyline that I randomly decided to post to them, and that’s all I could ask for.

<3

-water anon (☕️)

@doctor-legundo !!! 🦇

[owen-the-lumberjack]

An excited husky bounds past Owen, tail wagging so fast it became a blur. It circled back, staring up at Owen with wide, ice blue eyes so full of joy. It had a collar on that said "therapy animal" but there was no indication of it being a no-petting animal.

@doctor-legundo

Owen had always had a soft spot for the dogs of the town. They had never seemed to mind being around him. Of course their owners would shoo him away, calling their pets back to them in fear he would infect them.

He kneels down to greet the husky, holding out a hand for the dog to inspect, trying to catch sight of the collar.

Who are you then?

[owen-the-lumberjack]

// Semi-canon? idk anymore

Legs sat at his desk, pouring over a notebook filled with scribbles and equations as usual when he heard a small knock on his window, which was partially open. "Hello?" He called out.

@doctor-legundo

Owen is hanging outside, awkwardly tapping at the window. He tilts his head when Legundo opens the window.

Hey Doc.

[owen-the-lumberjack]

A cat approaches Owen tentatively, scared and cautious.

"Are you alright?"

@doctor-legundo

I am going to pretend I didn't just hear your voice come out of a cat just now because I cannot deal with anything more at the moment.

[owen-the-lumberjack]

Owen is still crouched next to Abolish when he hears the crashing of someone running through the trees towards them. He stands quickly, sheilding Abolish with his body, expecting a hunter like Martyn or Ren, so it surprises him greatly when it is instead it is Legundo who emerges only to fall flat on his face at Owen's feet. Followed soon after by a livid Scott.

@scottgoldsmith

Continuing from these scenes: S&L O&A