really? in front of my salad??

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CHARACTERS: Yzak + Blue
LOCATION: the mess hall/likely a private room later
DATE: 12/10
CONTENT: Blue gets suddenly brain fried, Yzak has to deal with it because he's the perfect candidate for dealing with things
WARNINGS: mental injuries, hallucinations, monster imagery



It happens quite suddenly, and anything sudden is doubly startling for someone as gentle and slow-moving as Blue is. He goes quite still, his expression shifting out of its mild, thoughtful shade to something more fraught. Whatever it is Yzak is saying, he can't hear it anymore, because all he can hear and feel is--

"...Newt...?"

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[a relaxant? Blue's mouth pulls on one side in a thoughtful frown.

Sabriel did offer a spell to help invigorate, so it stands to reason there'd be such things as the opposite...]

...Perhaps. [...] What...must I do.

[coordination]

Nothing. Maybe just make sure you stay still. You can leave the rest to me.

[ Yzak stands, approaches, and brings one knee up to rest at the edge of Blue's bed as he leans down so he's comfortably level with him. ]

And I guess if anything happens to not feel right, tell me.

But, [ He sounds more determined now. With that stubbornness that can cut through nearly anything when its needed. ] I'm not going into this intending for something like that to happen! Fortune favors the brave, that's that thing Newton always says. [ Which is why he's so assured that he'll be fine, too. ]

[firstroar]

[Blue's mouth pulls into a brief, small bit of a smirk. is that what Newt says? it sounds like something he would, just...maybe a bit more scattered, peppered with all the extra noise of his thoughts.

he turns his head to look Yzak straight in the eyes, giving him one of those overly intense, piercing stares that seem to be pretty neutral and natural to him.]

Try, then.

[coordination]

Right.

[ Staring back with his own intensity, because now he's focused, resolute, Yzak brings both of his hands up and out toward either side of Blue's face. He brushes some of his hair out the way so he can properly use his fingertips, light and careful so it's done properly, to trace out the two small Charter marks on his temples.

They start to faintly glow with a golden aura once adequately set, and Blue should feel - something. It's a spell meant to calm a mind, and Yzak hopes that whatever the strain on Blue's is that's holding him back from using his powers normally is eased away from impairing him anymore. ]

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[he does, and for a moment, he bristles - an instinctive want to recoil. with how the rest of the day had gone, with what harm has been done him already, is there any wonder? it's not unlike how person bristles and fights anesthetic, despite knowing they are meant to relax.

still, Blue's in no real shape to fight back, so even though he does tense and exude unease, his eyelids start to go heavy as the static of the spell fill his head. it's weird, getting this kind of mental assurance not from a psionic source, but the intention is coming from Yzak...]

[coordination]

[ He feels Blue's unease in that brief moment, and can't help but have an automatic, quick passing thought of trust me. He can tell it's a natural unease, though, rather than something from the spell going wrong, because he is taking the extra care to focus on expression as well as - well, what Yzak himself can manage mentally. But he figures if he feels something dreadfully off coming from Blue, he'd recognize it. ]

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[Blue exhales, letting his head dip. it leads to an inevitable lean into Yzak, against his shoulder, as the spellcraft overcomes tension. it's not followed up by anything - no vocal or telepathic apology that might otherwise have come. just. that.]

[coordination]

...

[ Yzak doesn't have to really move or anything like earlier to catch him when he leans into him like this, only lower his hands to gently grasp his shoulders. ]

Did... [ I do it...? ]

[ There's no wincing like earlier when he was trying to maneuver him somewhere safe, no pulses of something he can feel that tells him something is off. Is nothing ... better, or worse?

No, it has to be better. He's Yzak Jule, everything is better when he's involved (according to him). ]

[firstroar]

[ah, physical contact. trusted physical contact - no recoiling, no revulsion...it's not at a premium here, save for the fact Blue is so often reluctant to ask. it's given because he's frail, and he hates that, but he's too strung out right now to fight the need to lean on someone and rely on them for comfort.

so he sinks against Yzak, with just the faintest echo of an apology passing his thoughts as he exhales, hoping this will be fine for a little while.]

[coordination]

[ Look maybe, maybe in Yzak's case, it's also given because he's been in similar positions before, frail or not. The worst of his more public outbursts in the past when he was an awful gremlin fuck were a mix of violent, angry, grieving. He was always too proud to ever let Athrun see him in a worse state than that, opting to storm out a room before tears stinging the ends of his eyes fell. Nicol and Dearka, though, they've caught him before. Dearka especially, as his roommate. Fighting takes a toll on even the strongest soldiers, and occasionally, there was no other option but needing, well, exactly this.

Only Yzak was always used to being on the other end of it, when his anger would exhaust him and he was left with nothing but anguish to easily beat him down. So this is ... different.

Different, but fine, for a little while.

(But only a little while because if it stretches out too long he will become Very Aware of it and start to feel weird) ]

[firstroar]

[it's about as long as it takes for Yzak to get fidgety, and Blue can withdraw physically. he's already pretty gone mentally, looking more drained and far away than he had been before.

probably time to put the Mu to bed.]

[coordination]

[ At least Yzak can end up feeling good about something for a change. This afternoon sucked. The last few weeks haven't been the most enjoyable, either. But that's only because it's felt like struggling against a wave that's too strong for him and pushing him where he wouldn't go on his own.

Much like earlier, Yzak makes sure he's comfy. All wrapped up like a burrito.

A Bluerito. 😌 ]