#magnhilder

[initiums]

There were plenty of people to check up on... but one in particular caught his eye in being one of the first. A certain young lady, that is.

TO: nora

FROM: archie

MESSAGE:

little lass!! ya need any help out there i know youre a huntress n all but thought id check up on ya anyway

[lichtia-blog]

ᴀʟsᴛʀᴏᴍᴇʀɪᴀ❁ | ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ

   magnhilder

         {{☀}} Her reptilian companion had managed to sneak away from her while she had been in the process of enjoying her time at the festival. Rapunzel huffed her way through the crowd treading carefully so as to have her bare feet stepped on. 

          “Pascal! Pascal, I swear this isn’t funny anymore if you don--” The princess then caught sight of her small friend sat upon the shoulder of a red headed stranger. Dashing over to the pair, she doubled over before speaking in an attempt to catch her breath. “I’m sorry he’s usually well behaved,  but he doesn’t  really get out much. He does seem to like you though, which is strange. He doesn’t usually let anyone but me hold him.”

[taureaus]

CӨПTIПЦЦM | nora & adam.

 + magnhilder | continuing from { x }.

By now, he possessed an intimate knowledge of the roughened, discolored scar tissue around his eyes. There was only so much to do, only so many ways to occupy oneself when housed in a clean scented hospital room. Every so often a nurse would check in, but they knew just as well as he that the time for medical attention was past. Whatever burning, aching pains that once plagued him were gone; they’d vanished practically overnight whilst he slept fitfully on that awful first day. No longer did he require cords to pump drugs into his veins to pacify his agony. In fact, he no longer required a room in this hospital. Apart from the facial scars, there was not a single scratch on his body. No pain, no marks, nothing. Yet here in this hospital he remained, unmoving from his bed unless physical urges so required his attention. He had his reasons, of course. 

Sometimes, the worst wounds were not always visible.

Divided from the rest of the world behind a thin paper curtain, there was nothing to do but think. Absentmindedly, Adam ran fingertips across the leather-like skin under his right eye. The faunus didn’t dare look in a mirror, not yet, but he could only imagine what he looked like. Such idle thoughts were better than others, in any case. Pondering what sort of grotesque disfigurements would greet him next time he dared exchange looks with his reflection certainly trumped pondering how he’d survived such an ordeal with nary a papercut. Though not by much.

There was no using his Aura as an excuse. From what few fragmented memories he could stomach to recall, he knew he’d been caught painfully off-guard. Whatever passive shields he had back home, shields that would’ve easily been able to protect him from taking flesh damage in the most hellish of explosions... those shields were gone. And if they were gone, if he knew he’d no protection, then... how? How was it possible? How did he survive? Or rather how did he die and come back to------

A nurse pulled back his curtain. Adam winced and blinked himself to the present. Shaking away the unsavoury questions, he lowered a hand that had been unconsciously pinching, unconsciously digging nails with all of his strength into the bridge of his nose. He turned his head, blatantly avoiding even the slightest of glances. Lips curled into a sour frown. The nurse’s mere presence served as a reminder. Not only had he been carried here by a human to be looked after by other humans, but he was also accepting it.

"Adam?” the nurse’s voice bordered on sigh; a first name was spoken not out of friendliness, but rather the fact he refused to give a full name to these disgusting tyrants, “You’ve got a visitor.”

[initiums]

magnhilder

Well. Suffice to say, he definitely messed up this time. How unfortunately easy it was to fool a trusting old man like him... and this girl was a victim of that trick! Kids these days, really. At least he had a small hunch at what would help, maybe. ✖

"... ...Sorry bout that, er... 'Telebear.'" He smiled, offering what he hoped would be a peace offering -- a strawberry ice cream cone. ✖

"You can still call me Arch if ya want, lass." ✖