You’re just saying that because Tim’s the alternative.
I need to be closer to light for it to work at all. A candle, the fireplace — I can draw the power from that and channel it into whoever I’m focused on.
who would choose tim laughlin to be at their bedside over you?
[ please don't answer that. ]
ok, got it. i need to make sure i steal some candles for you, then.
no. sort of. when i took the drug, i ended up being able to communicate with the monsters outside using my blood. i've been bleeding myself, but that sentence sounds way worse than it actually is. i could use a greer bandage.
talk might be overstating it, but there is a definite element of communication. and ash got a weird shadow thing that i think would be really sexy in a byronic hero way.
if you're asking me if i stabbed myself, the answer is no. but the answer is also yes, because i did technically cut myself so i could have easy access to my blood, and only after i sliced my palm open did i realize that was the worst place to do it. i can't even jerk off now.
[ obvious parallels between ash's supposed shadow ability and greer's apparent light healing aside, she's apparently got more to worry about than surprising symmetry — like the concern that embry might give himself gangrene if he's not careful. ]
Is that your way of asking for a helping hand?
[ not chiding him, even though it is her first instinct to after hearing he's sliced into his palm — but purposefully delivering that double entendre, because she's not so exhausted that she doesn't give into the temptation. she thinks she still has enough access to light to heal something like that, even if it's only just a candle's worth. ]
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i took it too, so you're spared the wrath of my judgement. how does the healing work? i might need your help.
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I need to be closer to light for it to work at all. A candle, the fireplace — I can draw the power from that and channel it into whoever I’m focused on.
Wait, did you hurt yourself?
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[ please don't answer that. ]
ok, got it. i need to make sure i steal some candles for you, then.
no. sort of. when i took the drug, i ended up being able to communicate with the monsters outside using my blood. i've been bleeding myself, but that sentence sounds way worse than it actually is.
i could use a greer bandage.
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[ too late. ]
You can talk to those things? With your blood?
So when you say you’re bleeding, is it just… coming out of you?
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[ sorry tim ]
talk might be overstating it, but there is a definite element of communication. and ash got a weird shadow thing that i think would be really sexy in a byronic hero way.
if you're asking me if i stabbed myself, the answer is no. but the answer is also yes, because i did technically cut myself so i could have easy access to my blood, and only after i sliced my palm open did i realize that was the worst place to do it. i can't even jerk off now.
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Is that your way of asking for a helping hand?
[ not chiding him, even though it is her first instinct to after hearing he's sliced into his palm — but purposefully delivering that double entendre, because she's not so exhausted that she doesn't give into the temptation. she thinks she still has enough access to light to heal something like that, even if it's only just a candle's worth. ]
Where are you now? Can you get to the chapel?