#inrigor

[crowshoots]

@inrigor asked: " if i tell you to leave me behind, would you listen? "

" IF I TELL YOU to stop asking those types of questions, would you listen? " for all the bite, jesper's shaking — visibly, palpably, all the way down to his fingertips. he'd shoved his hands against the top of morrigan's leg, and his palms are wet and red with blood. jesper's seen plenty of fights, and he's plenty fine with those fights being bloody, all adrenaline and heat, but this is different. this is morrigan and jesper pinned, monsters on either side of them. jesper's down to four bullets, and both of their ears are ringing, their heartbeat as loud as an echo.

somewhere far off, he can hear someone call out. jesper hasn't read up on enough of his mythos, he's realizing. antaeus should ring a bell, but it's not. honestly, the image of his wounds leaking dirt was confusing enough. jesper isn't sure if that's apart of his legend or not, but they have questions.

he can hear him talking, far off, taunting, daring. jesper shakes his head like trying to dislodge a fly, trying to understand. it's all nonsense noise. jesper turns back to morrigan, her expression pinched.

" i still owe you for getting me out of that casino. what type of person would i be to avoid paying you back? " the earth trembles, faintly, underneath them. jesper's feet dig further into the dirt. " and he called you kronos' right hand. we're gonna get out of this, you and i, and then we're gonna have a talk, yeah? " / meme.

[sunhalf]

@inrigor liked! / morrigan & xion!

Xion could mistake her for a Nobody, there's so much empty in her.

It's not a judgement, it just is — Xion was the same for a long, long time. She glances back at the other as the last of the Heartless disappears. It's good that there are people in this world who can fight them. "Are you hurt?" she asks, closing the distance with brisk steps, keyblade disappearing from her palm. "I'm not much of a healer, but I can do a little.

[crowshoots]

@inrigor said: " no, don't move. you need to stay still. "

" TALL ORDER FOR you and me, mor, you know that. " jesper's face is tight, pinched, the dip of his collarbones dappled with sweat. he doesn't chance a glance downwards, mostly because he knows it's a one - way ticket to emptying his gullet out onto the sidewalk, but morrigan's expression is all focus. her mouth knots, but it's a resigned sort of expression. something about it tickles the back of their mind, like a tug on a memory. jesper watches for a moment longer, waiting for the puzzle piece to click into place, but it doesn't happen. instead:

" it's not that terrible, is it? " he's already seen enough blood to get an idea, but jesper doesn't want to be alone, and morrigan's quiet, and someone's got to talk. " really, you don't have to be frowning that much. " / meme.

[heartslight]

hands go up in a show of —— peace? surrender? that he means no harm? it’s all he could really think of doing when the blade is being pointed at him; that, and offer a nervous laugh. ❛ do all your guests get this kind of greeting? or am i catching you on a good day? ❜ probably should have gauged how well @inrigor would take jokes before commiting to the comic relief bit, but it's too late to take the words back now. ❛ we could always talk things out? if that works with you? ❜

[crowshoots-moved]

@inrigor said — " in another life, this may have been different. "

ㅤㅤJESPER DOESN'T KNOW camp half - blood's approach to alcohol. boring, most likely, and maybe a direct invitation to the director hovering over his shoulder like a ghost. but this isn't camp - and morrigan is just morrigan, so jesper pops the cap of his second bottle without another thought. he offers her the bottle in case she wants to join in on the fun - really, based off that, it sounds like she could use it.

ㅤㅤhe's already a bit tipsy, fresh off a conversation about the new cabins they've had pop up. maybe that's what causes their tongue to be so loose. " what, us meeting? depends on how frequently you went to the hermes cabin. " they realize their mistake a second too late, remember exactly where morrigan would have been. and exactly why morrigan followed luke castellan the way she did - she'd been there, with him, in that cabin full of kids never once acknowledged and never once loved, not in the way that mattered when it came to the demigod world.

ㅤㅤjesper desperately starts fumbling around for another bottle. he needs either a deep, proper swig or a punch to the jaw. " hell. sorry. don't know why i said that. i can't blame you for going after him, though. "

[sunhalf-a]

@inrigor     /    morrigan & eva.

The scarred woman / creature / Revenant / corpse is gentle, as she always is, in that unsettling way of hers.  The scarred — and scarred, and scarred, every minute inch of her scarred, stop cryin’, sweetheart, or I’ll give you somethin’ to cry about — child Eva once was ached for someone, anyone, to be gentle with her, and ——  eventually someone was.  She has spent much of her resulting life trying to make good, to pass on that rescuing.  Her scarred hands are gentle, too, as they carefully clean the wounds on Morrigan’s scarred hands.

“I suppose I should see the other guy.”  It’s a wry joke, and it shows on her smile; split knuckles always indicate a fight, after all.  Or striking walls, but Eva rather doubts it.  In the many ways they are alike, she imagines that this, too, holds true : she scarred child that Eva once was was furious, every moment, but she was also too tired and too terrified and too intelligent (  or too careful, in the sickly wounded children tend to be  ) for senseless violence.  She wonders if she’s projecting, wonders if she could ever do anything else, looking at a scarred child others turned into an object to use.  “Are you allergic to any herbs?  I’ve got some tinctures with me that will help these heal more quickly.”