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Hello, this is Belladonna! I'm sorry to have missed you on such a lovely day. Please leave a message, and I'll return your call as soon as I can.
Hello, this is Belladonna! I'm sorry to have missed you on such a lovely day. Please leave a message, and I'll return your call as soon as I can.
(Izaya is so GODDAMN bored. Filing is boring. Time to mess around a bit?)
hello! my name is nakura, i'm new... i've seen your network post. while i'm not a wizard myself, i do understand what's like to be without familiarity, because that's exactly what i'm going through... would you mind if we talked for a while?
hello! my name is nakura, i'm new... i've seen your network post. while i'm not a wizard myself, i do understand what's like to be without familiarity, because that's exactly what i'm going through... would you mind if we talked for a while?
Edited 2021-05-16 05:02 (UTC)
[Oh, no! What a sweet message! Belladonna is delighted to respond.]
Hello, Nakura! I hope you don't mind me using voice, I just find it simpler. You're welcome to continue talking in text, if that's what you're most comfortable with! Thank you so much for reaching out; I'd be happy to talk with you as long as you'd like. I know it can be overwhelming to find oneself in such an unfamiliar situation.
Hello, Nakura! I hope you don't mind me using voice, I just find it simpler. You're welcome to continue talking in text, if that's what you're most comfortable with! Thank you so much for reaching out; I'd be happy to talk with you as long as you'd like. I know it can be overwhelming to find oneself in such an unfamiliar situation.
that's very helpful, i will never be able to repay you. i'm afraid i won't find my place here, it's too foreign and frightening and i'm left wondering if there is any space for me at all.
do you ever feel like this?
do you ever feel like this?
Well, actually...
[She can't help but feel guilty. It's reasonable that most people would feel frightened down here. It just happens to be that she doesn't view her own situation in such a light.]
It may sound surprising, but I've managed to find friends, down here. Where I came from, however, I've often felt like I don't belong. I firmly believe that there's a place out there for anyone, so long as you find the right people.
[She can't help but feel guilty. It's reasonable that most people would feel frightened down here. It just happens to be that she doesn't view her own situation in such a light.]
It may sound surprising, but I've managed to find friends, down here. Where I came from, however, I've often felt like I don't belong. I firmly believe that there's a place out there for anyone, so long as you find the right people.
what if i don't even know what the right people feel like? that's just how low my situation is, you see...
[Her heart goes out to this poor, mysterious user.]
You'll know! You'll feel it! Maybe not as soon as you meet those people, but as you're interacting with them, you'll certainly know!
[She wishes she could describe it more, but it's such a personal experience, and she can't guarantee he'll have the same as her own.]
And until then, or even past then, you're always welcome to talk to me. So, see, you aren't nearly as alone as you thought!
You'll know! You'll feel it! Maybe not as soon as you meet those people, but as you're interacting with them, you'll certainly know!
[She wishes she could describe it more, but it's such a personal experience, and she can't guarantee he'll have the same as her own.]
And until then, or even past then, you're always welcome to talk to me. So, see, you aren't nearly as alone as you thought!
how are those for you? how do you feel when you see them? maybe if you guide me, i'll find my confidence and strength when the time comes...
i'm forever grateful.
i'm forever grateful.
Communal showers. Come as quick as you can, please.
(Attached, Bella can see a sea of blood, his side also depicted in the picture. It's oozing, open, and she might be able to discern it as a bite.
:) )
(Attached, Bella can see a sea of blood, his side also depicted in the picture. It's oozing, open, and she might be able to discern it as a bite.
:) )
[Bella will take category "things she didn't expect today" for 100. There's no response to the message itself, because that would be a waste of time. She almost loses grasp of her own phone in her shock and haste, letting out a strangled cry at the sight of the gaping wound.
There is no magic in her arsenal that can get her to him faster, so she just runs as fast as she can. When she arrive, she all but slides onto her knees to get down to his side, automatically reaching to cradle his wounded body against her.
Naturally, this means her own clothes end up soaked in his blood.]
Izaya, what happened? How did...how did this...?
[Her healing starts immediately, her desperation blasting the magic outward at an alarming rate. He'll feel the pain ease first before his body begins to stitch itself back together, but, panicked, she admits:]
I've never...this much blood loss. There's only so much I think I can do.
[Even when the wound finishes healing, he'll be weak, needing to hydrate and rest to get his cell count back up.]
There is no magic in her arsenal that can get her to him faster, so she just runs as fast as she can. When she arrive, she all but slides onto her knees to get down to his side, automatically reaching to cradle his wounded body against her.
Naturally, this means her own clothes end up soaked in his blood.]
Izaya, what happened? How did...how did this...?
[Her healing starts immediately, her desperation blasting the magic outward at an alarming rate. He'll feel the pain ease first before his body begins to stitch itself back together, but, panicked, she admits:]
I've never...this much blood loss. There's only so much I think I can do.
[Even when the wound finishes healing, he'll be weak, needing to hydrate and rest to get his cell count back up.]
(He's once been too terrified of death. Here, he already knows it's not a permanent state and his hopes for an afterlife have already been fulfilled. So, patiently, he just waits in place and tries his very best to keep his eyes open, even while the world seems to spin and the walls seem to tilt a little more than one would prefer. It's at least somewhat comforting, feeling cold while feeling the warm liquid pour from his waist.
Ah, there she is. Good thing she had her phone with her, wasn't it? It's all according to plan, considering the despair and panic painted on her face as she takes him into her arms. Izaya won't speak for now, he knows it would only cause his lungs to do more work and fill his mouth with even more blood - all he does is moan in pain when he's moved. It doesn't last too long, at the very least.
A hand, stained and red, gently tucks a strand away from her face as his skin closes and his ribs glue back together. It never ceases to amuse him, her healing.)
Thanks, Bella-chan. You've done enough.
Ah, there she is. Good thing she had her phone with her, wasn't it? It's all according to plan, considering the despair and panic painted on her face as she takes him into her arms. Izaya won't speak for now, he knows it would only cause his lungs to do more work and fill his mouth with even more blood - all he does is moan in pain when he's moved. It doesn't last too long, at the very least.
A hand, stained and red, gently tucks a strand away from her face as his skin closes and his ribs glue back together. It never ceases to amuse him, her healing.)
Thanks, Bella-chan. You've done enough.
[Belladonna tries to keep her focus on breathing, her healing, to be sure that she isn't too late in her efforts. Despite her panic and her horror, she's able to avoid any sort of emotional outburst...until he gives his gentle (bloody) gesture, and speaks.
Unable to help herself, she wails, vision blurring as her eyes water. Still, she struggles not to cry. After all, he's okay, isn't he? She shakes her head.]
No, I haven't. You must have been in so much pain, and I can't even...put you fully on your feet again.
[Useless. She's useless.]
Unable to help herself, she wails, vision blurring as her eyes water. Still, she struggles not to cry. After all, he's okay, isn't he? She shakes her head.]
No, I haven't. You must have been in so much pain, and I can't even...put you fully on your feet again.
[Useless. She's useless.]
It's certainly much better than dying from blood loss, though. You've done good, Bella-chan.
(And so did he.
A thumb caresses her cheek while the other sinks into the scarlet liquid to support his weight, wearily so. It doesn't hurt anymore, but he still feels the ooziness, the dizziness making her own imagine twist when he moves his head.
At least now he knows she can't deal with large quantities of blood loss. He'll keep that in mind.)
(And so did he.
A thumb caresses her cheek while the other sinks into the scarlet liquid to support his weight, wearily so. It doesn't hurt anymore, but he still feels the ooziness, the dizziness making her own imagine twist when he moves his head.
At least now he knows she can't deal with large quantities of blood loss. He'll keep that in mind.)
[She can't stop a small whimper from escaping her as Izaya continues to gently touch her face. It's only as she feels a couple of stray tears escape past her lashes that she sucks in a breath and forces herself to find her composure.]
I'll get you back to your room. We'll clean you up and get you in some dry clothes and I'll make you some tea!
[It almost sounds like she's telling this to herself more than to him.]
You'll feel better after some rest.
I'll get you back to your room. We'll clean you up and get you in some dry clothes and I'll make you some tea!
[It almost sounds like she's telling this to herself more than to him.]
You'll feel better after some rest.
(Oh, tears? He'll wipe them off with the back of his hand, whichever part is less bloodied before he attempts to stand up. It's disorienting and Izaya will touch her shoulder as a means to center himself.)
Will you stay?
Will you stay?
Well...it's somewhat hard to put into words. I just get this overall sense of comfort from knowing that the people I'm with accept me in a way that I've never been able to accept myself.
[And that, overall, she hasn't been accepted by anyone else prior.]
It's strange, really. Being guarded can become so instinctual that you don't realize when you've let it down, at first.
[And that, overall, she hasn't been accepted by anyone else prior.]
It's strange, really. Being guarded can become so instinctual that you don't realize when you've let it down, at first.
Oh, careful, here--
[Belladonna puts an arm around his back, encouraging him to lean against her as much as he can. All her movements are full of an extra sort of care, and it isn't until she's sure that she has him steady against her in an upright position that she works on getting them both standing.]
Of course I'll stay, of course!
[Did she already plan on sitting by his bedside and nursing him back to health? Absolutely, she did.]
As long as you need me, I'll be right here.
[Belladonna puts an arm around his back, encouraging him to lean against her as much as he can. All her movements are full of an extra sort of care, and it isn't until she's sure that she has him steady against her in an upright position that she works on getting them both standing.]
Of course I'll stay, of course!
[Did she already plan on sitting by his bedside and nursing him back to health? Absolutely, she did.]
As long as you need me, I'll be right here.
Let's go to your room.
(He'll be damned if he shows up like this to his - not when there's Kaiba, and Izaya refuses to show him any speck of weakness when he already was getting in a battle of wits with him upon their first meeting.
As long as he needs her, hm? God, it's frightening how much she trusts him. The steps he takes are short, he'll have to lean at times and even grip when the floor feels unstable and unlevelled. Eventually, they'll arrive.)
Hell is a dangerous place, Bella-chan. Careful with who you interact with.
(He'll be damned if he shows up like this to his - not when there's Kaiba, and Izaya refuses to show him any speck of weakness when he already was getting in a battle of wits with him upon their first meeting.
As long as he needs her, hm? God, it's frightening how much she trusts him. The steps he takes are short, he'll have to lean at times and even grip when the floor feels unstable and unlevelled. Eventually, they'll arrive.)
Hell is a dangerous place, Bella-chan. Careful with who you interact with.
what do you mean?
Edited 2021-05-18 12:26 (UTC)
[If only that was advice that she was better equipped to take. And if only it wasn't coming from a wolf in sheep's clothing. Still, as she lays him down in her bed, she only gives him a sad smile.]
Don't you worry about me; it'll take up all your energy.
[She needs a moment to regain her energy, too. After that journey, her face is flushed from exertion. She sits at the edge of the bed, a hand over his as she takes a change to catch her breath.]
I'll fetch you a towel and some water to start, shall I?
Don't you worry about me; it'll take up all your energy.
[She needs a moment to regain her energy, too. After that journey, her face is flushed from exertion. She sits at the edge of the bed, a hand over his as she takes a change to catch her breath.]
I'll fetch you a towel and some water to start, shall I?
(Spinning, spinning, spinning. It's almost the equivalent of being drunk, and Izaya is not rather fond of anything that takes him out of his sharpness. Fair to say, he hates this profusely, but lying down does help the world to stop turning after a while.
There's warmness atop of his icy hand, and another of his own rests on it, seeking warmth.)
You rest a little, too.
There's warmness atop of his icy hand, and another of his own rests on it, seeking warmth.)
You rest a little, too.
Stop that.
[It's a weak admonishment, full of pain. That he could've gone through something so horrible and still think of her well being? It breaks her heart. She doesn't deserve it. She brings her other hand over, shifting so she can cup them both in his, willing warmth from her fingertips into his.]
I can rest later, when I know you're less likely to faint.
[It's a weak admonishment, full of pain. That he could've gone through something so horrible and still think of her well being? It breaks her heart. She doesn't deserve it. She brings her other hand over, shifting so she can cup them both in his, willing warmth from her fingertips into his.]
I can rest later, when I know you're less likely to faint.
Edited 2021-05-18 13:37 (UTC)
(A near-death Izaya is still Izaya at the end of the day, and she gets a gaze from the corners of his eyes and he fights the desire to sit up, but not the desire to break that information apart.)
Stop what, Bella-chan?
(What's behind it? Self-worth issues again? That one, Izaya knows that she reeks of. Unwanted by her coven, too good to mingle with her own kind, of course, she hates herself deeply. Perfect thing to exploit, really.)
I'll be fine. I'd invite you to lay down with me, but I don't want you to get more blood on your clothes.
(Just checking to see if she snaps at him again.)
Stop what, Bella-chan?
(What's behind it? Self-worth issues again? That one, Izaya knows that she reeks of. Unwanted by her coven, too good to mingle with her own kind, of course, she hates herself deeply. Perfect thing to exploit, really.)
I'll be fine. I'd invite you to lay down with me, but I don't want you to get more blood on your clothes.
(Just checking to see if she snaps at him again.)
[As to what she wants him to stop, she doesn't give a particularly revealing answer, smiling softly as she tells him:]
I told you, you need to conserve your energy.
[She hesitates, then, only for the knowledge that she's never laid beside a man before. But the body heat would be nice for him, she's sure, and she wouldn't mind the break. It's not like this is anything inappropriate. So, Belladonna shifts, careful not to jostle him as she lays down, head beside his on her pillow.]
Clothes can always be replaced.
I told you, you need to conserve your energy.
[She hesitates, then, only for the knowledge that she's never laid beside a man before. But the body heat would be nice for him, she's sure, and she wouldn't mind the break. It's not like this is anything inappropriate. So, Belladonna shifts, careful not to jostle him as she lays down, head beside his on her pillow.]
Clothes can always be replaced.
(Gentle snapping. He'll take it.
He's not in pain anymore, or else the shaking of the bed, while she lays her small body next to his, would most likely be welcomed with a sharp sting. It just makes him sigh a little, an arm bringing her closer as to lay her head on his chest.)
Well, red truly is the color of danger, after all. Would be a nice color on you, Bella-chan.
He's not in pain anymore, or else the shaking of the bed, while she lays her small body next to his, would most likely be welcomed with a sharp sting. It just makes him sigh a little, an arm bringing her closer as to lay her head on his chest.)
Well, red truly is the color of danger, after all. Would be a nice color on you, Bella-chan.
[This is a medical emergency! And yet, despite that, she still find her heart starting to race when he encourages her to lay against him, instead of simply at his side. The only natural thing to do with her head on his chest is to put an arm around him, as well, and when she goes to speak again, she stammers.
There it is again, the giveaway.]
Red and black go well together, don't they?
[What does she mean by that? Why did it come out that way? It was just an observation!]
There it is again, the giveaway.]
Red and black go well together, don't they?
[What does she mean by that? Why did it come out that way? It was just an observation!]
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