RPG - Anton & Sulli 3

[timbits_tootsie]

He stares after him for a long time.

Then, he shakes his head and turns his eyes to Ariya’s sleeping form. A vague sound of discomfort leaves her, and she frowns in her sleep and stirs restlessly, looking as if he’s having bad dreams. He picks up the pillow and leaves the bed to crawl in next to her, settling on top of the covers not to make her

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[antonnachzehrer]

He walks for a long time, even as the pain in his leg gets worse, eventually so much so that he has to grit his teeth to keep from crying out. Eventually he finds himself in Frankenstein's garden, and sits down on a bench, burying his face in his hands.

Ariya survived, but all he can think about is that she very nearly died, and it was all his fault. He should have been more careful, he should have...

He doesn't quite know how he could have stopped him, but he should have anyway. His mistakes are not worth the lives of his students.

{He's an emotional wreck right now. :3}

[timbits_tootsie]

In the early evening Sullivan goes to find Frankenstein in his lab to ask the man for some tea, a request the Doctor indulges and sends him off with an entire pot of it before he can protest. The man resumes his work and says nothing more, so he leaves him alone and returns to the room.

There is nothing much to do in there, but that’s fine with him. He welcomes the rest. He sits by Ariya’s side and sips tea, occasionally stroking her hair when she becomes restless, lost in thoughts and questions.

More than anything, the hatred he feels towards Usoa burns fiercely.

He looks down at her.
If it’s the last thing he does, Usoa will pay tenfold more for this.

(Does it make me a terrible person that I love to see him fall apart? :/)

[antonnachzehrer]

She feels like she's floating in a fog, a fog that slowly gains color and a little bit of noise. She makes some noise that she can't distinguish, trying to wake up but not quite being able to. She struggles for a while, then gives up and falls back into the void of sleep.

She comes to again some time later, this time managing ti get through the fog well enough that she can make out the vague shape of someone sitting by her bed. She struggles to open her eyes more, and tilts her head up, seeing a shock of bright red hair. "Sulli...?" she murmurs

{No. I like it too. :3}

[timbits_tootsie]

”Hey…” He smiles warmly. His hand stills, though it stays curled into her hair. “How do you feel? Want me to get you food or tea?”

(Good, good. I don't usually feel guilty for liking something like that, but I sort of do on Anton's behalf. And Jack, I love it whenever anyone calls him Sulli.)