#study: inquiry!

[vhalkyrja]

“Is that blood?” / from hana

Ah?

Working ever diligently into the hours well beyond midnight was hardly unusual for Angela. The holidays for instance were her prime, often carrying her through a number of passing days before some semblance of normality rewarded selfless efforts. Be it the welcoming warmth of a new sunrise spilling like a painter’s expert practice just beyond the stretch of windowpane or even the smiles and gratitude she inspires in her patients, no deed is without an equally tasking objective and twice the exhaustion.

Thus, Ziegler nearly misses the presented inquiry until the sound and sight of Hana pulls her steadily looming attention from the assortment of vials shimmering like coagulated crimson in their respective holders. Allowing a smile to grace her features she turns in her chair all while nodding towards the containment collection.

“Hana, what a pleasant surprise! Ja. I was just finishing up my samples for the night. Are you in for a checkup?”

[vhalkyrja]

Gives a smooch on the cheek to this beautiful woman whom is her mother. ❛ I know I don't say this a lot but.. I love you! ❜

"Muwah!  Ich liebe dich auch!”

Goodness, how could she not return such a gesture? Angela swoops in just then to grace Ellie’s forehead with a reciprocal calling. Even the smallest dosage is capable of providing immovable results and Dr Ziegler is a staunch believer in what little kindness this world has left blossoming in hearts of the young.

She has seen much of it in the little girl who endures perhaps a little too much on her own. Good thing she has her very own mother esque guardian angel!

[vhalkyrja]

echoing, ominous purring at her from an unseen location. ( •̀ω•́ )

Ah? The tantalizingly ominous shadows stretching almost too far for her liking from the opposite operating room is surely where the doctor had not left him. He trills with the tone of a predator, always so playfully daring this one. Perhaps she has long since learned to avoid the shadows and so openly accept them lest they swallow her whole. He enjoys parading his games with the mind of an innocent child that concealed every clever intention of drawing claws on the most unsuspecting victim at whim.

A risk she takes when selflessly peering around the corner, mindful of the lights as she barely catches the flitting outline of pristine robes dancing in the dark. She does hope he has not made away with the intentions of avoiding his checkup. She brought tea after all!

“Oh schatten, I see you! I promise it won’t hurt. Herauskommen!

[vhalkyrja]

She rests her head on the female's shoulder, too tired to even care to get off.

The poor girl! It was certainly late enough for a little lady to be tucked away in bed. The doctor could use a spot of sleep herself after pouring what energy she had left into a pile of outpatient reports. Just a few more before everything is put away where it belongs and she drapes an arm around Ellie’s waist, gazing drowsily at the makings of a winter wonderland dancing just beyond the hospital window all while they remained huddled beneath the doctor’s coat.

“Oh my, the snow certainly came early this year. I could use a nice warm pick me up. How does hot chocolate sound?”

@enduretm

[vhalkyrja]

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

non sexual acts of dominance - accepting!

Careful, now.. a good doctor never tries to wake her patients even during the quickest procedure of applying gauze and stitching the simplest wound. Thankfully what brought him so swiftly under her ever watchful wing wasn’t too severe. Most days they’re brought in looking something so much more downtrodden. Lucky for him the wound was mainly surface. The shock, of course, waking up somewhere unfamiliar with the rushing scent of medical aid was something even Mercy couldn’t quite soften despite having stood over them and not once leaving their side.

Not in a group this time, either.

Combed just out of the edge of a nearby forest not even an hour before the man situated on a mobile bed seems to wake somewhere between confusion and fear just as she was applying the finishing touches on his IV. With a serene touch she guides him back down, peaceful blue of her gaze searching for his own with tinted worry and a hint of a smile overlaying the steady thrum of machinery safeguarding his life just behind them.

“No, no. Please try not to make any sudden movements. It appears you’ve been in an accident. Although you’re nearly well enough! With just a little more rest you should be good as new. Mein name ist Angela Ziegler, what is yours~?”

[vhalkyrja]

[ defend ]

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defending their reputation , dignity , or safety for them .

She swoops in, golden lining the beat of the Valkyrie’s wings just above the rancid chaos of battle still raging below. It was an ambush threatening to paint their beloved Chon’sin red and choke the very peace from within. She darts between each scream, a flickering ray of hope warm to the touch as her healing beam remains steadily engaged, pouring over the wounded in saving grace. She’s weary but a martyr knows no rest until all others have been given theirs, Mercy would breathe a second chance into everyone until she herself breathed her last. Luckily it was merely their hunting party, clutching her caduceus staff tight as her vision flickers between the dance of swords and shambling creatures seeking the one person their nation could not live without.

There she is! The princess caught between swarming risen, jaws slack with lack of life and wrought with clouds puffing from their lips with the stench of death. How cruel. Their own fallen soldiers reanimated. Her heart aches for them, those so far gone even her healing cannot save now but the princess is alive and if it meant doing harm to those already gone…

A swift hand draws her blaster and ignites the darkness with a hail of shots just before the undead are all too close and she’s barring the final fallen with her staff, caught between the shadowy assailant and the woman she will save. Right beside her. Always.

“Say’ri! I’ve got you! Just hold on a little longer!”

[vhalkyrja]

[ clean ]

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cleaning a smudge of something off their cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how.

Ah? Just what has the little one gotten herself into, hm? Angela simply cannot help pausing midway towards the usual bustle of an outpatient room, clipboard held tight to chest true to a healer’s mantra. Surely that wasn’t blood adorning her all too innocent features, moreso that of a certain chocolate cake the doctor baked early morning. There, there! Kneeling before her with a tender thumb swipe along the curve of her jaw and all done.

“Good as new. I see someone else has a taste for the sweets I keep in the fridge. Mein gott; my whole cake, too… I am almost afraid to ask; are you keeping up your sweet intake in proper moderation?”