Yeah.. yeah that uh.. mmm. That sounds nice.
[Lasha drinks some water, trying to stop shaking, they felt weak. They always felt weak after they vomited.]
Heh.. secret stash? That’s some biblical level greed.
[They cough, gag. Their mouth tastes terrible right now. Too bad they can’t do anything to stop tasting it. They drink more water, and try to focus.
They didn’t know why Ilya was being so kind to them, after all, they beat the shit out of them almost two days ago, and now they’ve become such a maternal figure it’s hard to remember why they hated them in the first place.
They groan as they hold their rib, the violence of their sickness made the pain come back, and it had just stopped hurting. Like they’d dislocated something. Fuck.]
//starting a new thread here :p
- I am the embodiment of at least two of the Seven Deadly Sins. Maybe three.
*Greed and Wrath in their opinion. Maybe Pride. Sometimes. When they felt they were atop of the world and so much better than everyone around them. Stronger. Smarter. They were not but it was good to believe they were. They were also too harsh regarding themselves. Ilya was not that bad of a person. Just a bit... Hissy.
*They frown -more than usual- hearing them groan. It sounded like bad news.*
- ... Stay still while I make a quick dinner. And stop, for the love of the god you believe in, moving. I know you did not want it and it was due to the vomiting but if your rib breaks...
*If it is not already done. Ilya is stressed. One hour being a mother and already greying.*
