Incredulity, confusion, dumbfoundedness, all great words to describe Athessa's feelings about Bene's hand over her heart. Does he know he's practically touching her boob? She looks at him, at his hand, at him, his hand. But she slowly brings her own hands up to clap the rhythm softly. Tum-tum, tum-tum.
From her perspective, it feels like Bene's hand is on her long enough to fuse there, and when he drops it she's pulled with it, if only slightly. Enough to shuffle a foot forward so as not to stumble. It's also enough, it seems, to hit the reset button on her train of thought, the heartbeat within the wall all but forgotten. When she blinks, it's fluttery, like her eyes are trying to fall into a deep sleep while her body has yet to receive that memo.
"Ya think?" he snaps, and turns, looping his arm in hers to try conveying her toward the stairway. "You're not sick, are you?" The question is half concern, half dread: if she vomits on him he's going to demand reparations.
"Isaac," is her explanation as he tugs and she ragdolls. "He gave me s'mth. No more'n a week," This, in a poor but recognizable impersonation, "and nooooooo drinking."
"Mm," is the sound Bene makes when he purses his lips, eyeing her uncertainly. He has a call to make right now, perhaps quite literally: he's not supposed to have a sending crystal, but he doesn't know what he's dealing with right now, and if Athessa suddenly projectile vomits and sends them both down the stairs to their deaths, he'll be blamed for it.
This is what he gets, for making friends.
So, gingerly, he feels at her neck for where the crystal hangs, and draws the pendant up towards his mouth while they slowly shuffle up the stairs.
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Date: 2020-08-18 07:31 am (UTC)"What're you—?"
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Date: 2020-08-18 06:32 pm (UTC)"It's your own heart," he announces, lowering his hand with an unspoken 'you dumbfuck', "what did you do?"
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Date: 2020-08-18 07:01 pm (UTC)"What did I do when?"
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Date: 2020-08-18 07:16 pm (UTC)"I think it's time for bed." He places both hands on her shoulders, squinting into her face. "I'm taking you to your room."
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Date: 2020-08-18 07:44 pm (UTC)She covers one of his hands on her shoulder with one of her own. "No matter how pretty your hair is, I'm just not your type."
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Date: 2020-08-18 07:57 pm (UTC)"You're not sick, are you?" The question is half concern, half dread: if she vomits on him he's going to demand reparations.
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Date: 2020-08-18 08:11 pm (UTC)"Pssshhhh, could a sick person do this?"
She does nothing.
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Date: 2020-08-18 08:33 pm (UTC)She is not, but she does start to precariously lean backwards.
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Date: 2020-08-18 08:45 pm (UTC)"No, they look great," he replies in a deadpan, "come on, can you walk up the stairs?"
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Date: 2020-08-18 08:59 pm (UTC)"Did you eat or drink something? To help you sleep?"
If he gets accused of poisoning Athessa, he's not getting out of it alive.
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Date: 2020-08-18 09:12 pm (UTC)This is what he gets, for making friends.
So, gingerly, he feels at her neck for where the crystal hangs, and draws the pendant up towards his mouth while they slowly shuffle up the stairs.
"Isaac?"
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Date: 2020-08-19 07:55 am (UTC)[ who tf is it he's busy ]
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Date: 2020-08-19 05:56 pm (UTC)This place is trying really hard to be alive and you're just stepping on it.
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Date: 2020-08-19 10:07 pm (UTC)Get her to lie down. Tomorrow, tell her to stop taking it.
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Date: 2020-08-19 10:37 pm (UTC)[This is the main concern, but it's a good thing Isaac is being so blasé or Benedict would be more worried.]
--come on, pick up your feet.
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