it's the pain that brings my force of nature back to life

[culver]

Who: Nill [culver] & Badou [brokeassgoing].
When: 15 November.
Where: The makeshift camp.
What: Children making bad decisions with cigarettes.
Warnings: N/A.

Fear is nothing new to Nill. She'd lived the majority of her rather short life in fear; fearing men, fearing the world outside the church, fearing what would happen if Heine lost control of the Dog. Fearing that Bishop would one day cast her out, that Naoto would lose herself, that Badou--

Badou.

She doesn't know if she has any fears for Badou. Or maybe she has too many--he's complicated, even if he doesn't present himself that way. He cares too much when he does, gets involved in things that could (will) kill him someday. Maybe he'd been better off on this ship, surrounded by people who were, by a majority, just human like him. Out of the grasp of Heine and Naoto's demons. But now that the ship has crashed, maybe they're all, well. Fucked, as he'd say.

The crash had shaken them all in more ways than one. The camp had been set up, the injured tended to, rations distributed. She'd helped with the later, as it was one of the only things she felt confident doing. After a few hours though, she knew she needed to see Badou, to really check up on him away from everyone else. She'd managed to save her few belongings, from the dresses to the cigarettes, and knows which one he probably needs right now. She texts him once the MIDs are working again, tells him where to meet her. This planet doesn't seem to have many distinctive landmarks, so she just describes a piece of wreckage that should be easy to identify. Nill settles herself on the damp ground, and lets her head fall back against the twisted metal. Everything is shrouded by a thick fog, and her wings itch from the mugginess.

Yeah, they're probably all fucked.

Comments

[culver]

[On a normal day, Nill would be completely against Badou causing a scene. It is rude and everyone would give them dirty looks. But today is most certainly not a normal day. So Nill eyes him back, and then raises her eyebrows before letting herself wobble very precariously on her feet. Who can resist a feintfainting angel?]

[brokeassgoing]

[he's never been so fucking proud. he beams at her before he winks. okay they can do this. wrapping an arm around her, he gently drags her forward--]

HEEEEEEEELLLLP! HELP! THIS GIRL'S GOT LOW BLOOD SUGAR-- SHE NEEDS SOMETHING STAT! HELP A BROTHER OUT!

[culver]

[Honestly, there is never anything gentle about being dragged around. But she does her best to stagger along, trying not to be entirely dead weight. She watches the faces as they pass, and they mostly seemed concerned. That's good, right? They're nearing the front of the line and she seems to be putting on a good enough show.]

[brokeassgoing]

[sorry Nill he's sort of waving you around a little, please don't get dizzy and puke--

but its true, they are moving on up in life! Two more spots and they're at the front! Those in charge of their meager share hurriedly pour a bowl for Nill, some murmuring of getting medical.

One arm around Nill, he accepts her bowl and puts it under her nose]

No, no, she's a strong girl, it's just the blood sugar! She'll be so embarrassed, she'll turn all pink and its so cute I can't let you fuckers see it. Her guardian'll kill me.

[culver]

[She's already embarrassed, Badou, but she's honestly too tired and shell-shocked to care. Once the soup is basically in her face, she does her best fluttering-eyelashes-as-I-wake face. Someone give this kid an Oscar. She reaches up to take the bowl with one hand, as if it's the Holy Grail. Yes, give her sustenance, shitty space soup. She's starving.]

[brokeassgoing]

PRAIIIIIIIIIIIISE THE LOOOORDDD! PRAAAAAAAAAISE HIIIIIM! SHE'S ALIIIIVE!

[sorry Nill it just got worse. you can probably tell by his wiggling how he wants to do jazz hands or something but he can't



yet]

[culver]

[Oh my God. She can't handle this anymore. Her face is definitely red now, and she grabs the bowl with both hands before trying to scamper off away from the line. Please, Badou. Please.]

[brokeassgoing]

Hey gimmie a minute! [he sells it, sells the scene long enough for him to get his own bowl and then he bolts after her once she wiggles away]

LETS GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!

[culver]

[Dammit Badou!! She runs until she finds some cover behind a tent, where she promptly sets her bowl on the ground so she can crouch and cover her face with her hands. How could she have done this. She's so embarrassed.]

[brokeassgoing]

[is it just him or does it feel like all they ever do is run?? either way, he comes racing up to her hiding spot, laughing and sighing]

Oh man, that was good.

[culver]

[Running is what you do when you're good at being chased. After a few moments, Nill is able to lower her hands and sigh oh-so-deeply Badou is turning her into a troublemaker. But she reaches for the soup anyway and kind of lifts it up in a gesture of "we did it."]

[brokeassgoing]

[he laughs again, mouth stretched wide in a grin.]

To us.

[he toasts with his soup.]