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Comforting Contact [Hama/Hamask]; Summer 1264, Dawnish
Topic Started: Apr 17 2015, 11:30 PM (866 Views)
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Possible TW: Slightly Gory Nightmares

The ichor was seeping through her hands. She could smell it; a thick, metallic odor that, while it wasn't the same as human blood, made her want to vomit. Arask continued to thrash and moan, ignoring her shouted warnings to be still. Did he not care that his movements were causing more green fluid to spray from his torn throat? "Stop it! You're going to kill yourself!" Hot liquid landed on her face, on her lips, in her eyes. Her stomach heaved violently. She could taste his ichor. It was in her mouth. Why was there so much? There shouldn't be so much!

Unable to hold it back any longer, she was forced to turn away and empty her guts. "I'm...I'm sorry...Arask!" His name was squealed, as a rough hand jerked her away from the wher. Fingers dug into her shoulder, but she couldn't have moved if she tried. She was frozen. Hama and Hamask were crouched over Arask now. When had they appeared? While she had vomited? That wasn't possible. Even Hamask couldn't move that fast.

The darker, older wherhandler lifted her head to face her. "There is nothing we can do." She did not look saddened by the fact. Just...cold. Emotionless. Ara wanted to slap her for her it.

"Put it down, then." That was Jerund's voice, right above her. Was it his hand on her shoulder, then? Ara tried to look up at him, to beg him to help her best friend. Her only family.... His face was shrouded in shadow.

"All right." Her head snapped around, and her jaw dropped. Arin was standing over Arask's still-thrashing form. Blood and ichor flecked his shirt. His face. His blonde beard. "Sorry, kiddo." He was holding a massive ax. He was lifting that ax.... Ara's mouth opened in a soundless scream....

GIRL!

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The woman jerked upright in bed, instinctively turning towards Arask's pile of blankets and furs. The blue was staring at her, his glowing eyes concerned. His neck was...swelling. Growing thicker by the second.... Why wasn't he reacting to that? He was just staring. She needed to call a healer... Her mouth opened. No sound came out. Ichor was leaking from his nostrils and eyes. Stitches popped audibly. He was falling apart. He was....





ARA! A bellow shook the room, weak and hoarse for a wher's cry, but effective nonetheless. Arask surged to his feet, unmindful of his stitches, and turned around to glower at the woman cowering in his bed. He bent his front legs, lowering his front half so that he could nose at his Girl. No physical harm, though his right paw--her hand--throbbed. In a gentler voice, he growled, Girl. Up. Now.

Ara was awake. No one could sleep through such a wake-up call. She didn't want to open her eyes. If she did, something terrible would happen. She just knew it. Arask would die. Or was he already dead? She'd heard stories of ex-handlers having hallucinations of their bondmates. They all went mad. Am I mad?

Yes. Now up. Arask roughly nosed at her again, this time accompanying the action with a nip to the upper arm. That did the trick. His Girl jerked away from his teeth, sitting upright. Whuffling, Arask continued to nudge her until, reluctantly, she stood. Come.

With that, he turned and stalked toward their door. With the clawed tip of one stubby wing, he manipulated the door into opening, and glanced over his shoulder. Come.

Ara knew where he wanted to go. For once, she did not argue. For once, they both wanted the same thing. She followed her blue out of their quarters, bare feet dragging, keeping a hand on him the entire time. If she could feel him, he was definitely there. As had become customary, Arask announced their arrival by butting his head against Hama and Hamask's door. Awake. Need.

What time is it?

How Arask know?


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It was after a long, rather uneventful night shift in the infirmary, exhausting only because of its tedium, that Hama rested in quiet reverie in her chair, enjoying a warm cup of tea before bed. Her thoughts were few and drifting; her mind clocked out candlemarks prior to cope with the boredom of a slow night. Hamask was already dozing, lids fluttering heavily over her lantern eyes.

It wasn't the first time Arask had announced his presence by butting his skull against her door, but despite her familiarity with the custom, it startled Hama nonetheless. She jerked in her chair, nearly spilling her drink as she jolted into awareness. Calm retook her a second later, though. She could guess the visitor, but the voice that boomed through her head removed any necessity to.

Need, the blue said.

The door swung open. Hama stood in the doorway, one hand against the frame, her lips curved into a faint, tired smile, but her dark eyes worried. They flicked from Arask to Ara, quickly assessing the state of his stitches, then the hollow, drawn look of the bluehandler's features. Determining there was no great emergency, Hama stepped aside.

"Come in," she said with a gesture. "Do you want some tea?" She crossed to the pitcher on the table, rested one hand on the handle hesitantly. She looked at Ara, a faint line forming between her brows. Faranth, the woman looked awful.

"Is everything all right?" Obviously not, or why else would they come knocking at this hour, with the urgency in Arask's tone. In normal circumstances, she might have felt more self-concious about the messy state of her braid or her wrinkled work clothes or the clutter on the table, but would have been pleased for the company regardless--especially her company. As it was, she had little thought for those things.

Blearily, Hamask raised her head. She blinked when she saw Arask. 'Lo, she said.

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Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
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When the door opened to reveal a smiling, but tired-looking, Hama, Ara had initially felt a surge of dread. She had almost wanted to keep herself between the woman and her Arask. It was ridiculous. Hama was a friend, a sweet friend. She had saved Arask's life. It was only because of the dream that Ara felt that fear. Hama had done nothing to help Arask in that dream. She had been so cold, so heartless. Her good hand clenching into a fist, Ara tried at a smile. It was twitchy, and it looked wrong on her paler-than-normal, slightly sweaty face. Arask did not share the spike of dread. He tolerated--liked, even--Hama. She was decent--good--people.

Go on, Girl, Arask growled, prodding his Girl in the back with his wingtip. Ara stumbled forward, caught herself on the door frame, followed Hama into the room. Arask stalked in behind her, his eyes sweeping the room for any sign of danger. Finding none, he made a beeline for Hamask, dipping his head to roughly nudge her cheek with his nose. Hamask. His gruff voice was almost soft.

Ara stared after him, watching him interact with the green. He's alive. They see him. He's here. It was just a dream. She moved to the table, but her eyes never left her bondmate. Hearing Hama's questions, she paled further. "No...no, thank you." The idea of drinking even tea made her stomach churn uncomfortably. She really did not want to vomit in Hama's room. Biting her lip, she finally looked at Hama. For a moment, she couldn't speak. She's beautiful, was the idle thought that flashed through her mind. Arask growled in warning, glancing at his Girl.

Girl had dream. Arask die. Twice. If his Girl would not speak, he would do it for her. She wasn't the brightest, after all. Particularly after sleep.

Ara flushed a faint pink, ducking her head. "Sorry. We didn't mean to disturb you." The more aware she became, the more foolish she felt, running to Hama at this time because of a nightmare. "You were, uh..." She paused as her voice broke, flexing her fingers in their cast. You were the only ones we thought to go to. "You were there. Jerund...Arin." She could not remember if she had ever told Hama about Arin. It didn't matter. "I'm sorry." Closing her eyes, she braced her good hand on the table.


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Hello, Hamask said again, a little clearer now. Looking between Arask and his handler, it seemed neither one of them would be going anywhere soon. After cracking a wide yawn, the green wiggled aside in her blankets, making room for Arask; too sleepy to bother standing, but still willing to accommodate.

Hama's hand dropped from the pitcher, and the line between her eyebrows deepened. Shards, Ara looked pale, as if she were ill. But the bluehandler just looked at her, and did not answer the question. Hama had begun to prepare herself to insist when Arask finally spoke, and all was made clear.

That was enough to get Ara talking, at least, to offer a few more details. Hama's heart twisted in sympathy, and she glanced at her own beloved wher, huddled in the corner; tried to imagine how she would cope, if Hamask had suffered the same grievous injuries Arask had. If Hamask had come that close to—

Hama swallowed heavily. Small wonder Ara looked ill.

Before she was conscious of her actions, Hama crossed the space between them and wrapped her arms around Ara. She did not know what else to do.

"He is not dead," she murmured. "He will not die." There was an undercurrent of intensity in her voice, a conviction, as if mere words could will it so. Her own hands had staunched Arask's bleeding, had sewn the thick skin of his ravaged throat together, had helped him cling to life. "I won't let him, see?"

Hama good healer, Hamask added.
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Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
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Arask did not need further invitation to lay down. His neck was sore, probably from nudging his fool Girl and headbutting the door. He studied the now-vacant section of Hamask's blankets, head tilted to the side. What would the most comfortable position be? He would need to be able to see his Girl, of course. Finally, he stepped onto the warm blankets and, after carefully kneading at a spot with his claws, sank down onto his stomach. A satisfied groan escaped him, and he extended his wings on either side of him, letting the one rest lightly on Hamask's back. Girl stupid, he grunted to the green, resting his chin on his foreleg. Hamask's Girl stupid too? He didn't think that she was, but perhaps he was wrong.

I'm not stupid, was Ara's response. It was automatic to her wher's comment, little thought behind it. That was simply how it went: Arask called her stupid, she refuted it. To think that we almost lost that. Maybe she was a fool, for missing such bantering. Especially because that bantering hadn't even been lost. Ara ran a hand over her face, daring to peek at Hama. It wasn't in the greenhandler's nature to ridicule others, unless Hama had a secret side that Ara did not know of. So she wasn't too worried that the woman would laugh. Just don't give me that pity look.

Arask tensed briefly when Hama first moved, but he relaxed soon enough. He supposed that it was acceptable for her to touch his Girl. Better than most people, at least. Like that "drunk" candidate thing that had dared hug him. His nose wrinkled at the memory, and he snorted. Then he snorted again as his Girl's emotions washed through him. Girl? Broke?

Ara had stiffened when Hama had hugged her. It had happened so suddenly, and while it shouldn't have been shocking, it really was. The blonde woman's eyes grew wide, and she glanced down at Hama. Her arms raised slightly, hovering helplessly in the air as Hama spoke. It wasn't the shorter woman's words themselves that made her return the embrace. It was the intense conviction behind them. Hama believed that Arask would be all right. Hama was a healer. This Hama was not the cold, heartless Hama from her nightmares.

Wrapping her arms around the greenhandler, Ara bent her head to nuzzle her face into the warm crook of her neck. She closed her eyes, allowing herself this moment of comfort. "Hama's the best healer," she mumbled against skin, in response to Hamask. Moisture slipped from the cracks between her eyelids, and, ridiculously, she found herself yawning widely.


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Hamask didn't move much as Arask settled himself next to her, but she lifted her head and looked askance at the blue when he asked his question. The wrinkles on her snout bunched and deepened in a wherish version of a frown, but it was more out of consternation than anger.

No, she replied, her tone reflecting her bewilderment. Hama smart. Why in the world would anyone think Hama was stupid? Why would Arask ask such a question—or speak of his own handler that way?

Why say your girl stupid?

Hama paid little attention to her wher's conversation. Her focus was locked on the woman in her arms, the woman who returned her embrace—she'd been afraid for a moment that she was overstepping her bounds, that Ara would push her away, but the bluehandler held her fast. Hama could feel her breath on her neck; in spite of the warmth on her skin, she shivered.

"Sharding right I am," she replied with the same gruff intensity. Though normally not one to brag about her accomplishments as a healer, it felt like the right thing to do in this case. If Ara could be sure of her, she could be sure of the work she'd done on Arask.

Then Hama heard the unmistakable sound of a yawn, and she pulled away enough to face Ara with a laugh. "None of that, now! You'll get me started." But then her mirth dissolved as she noticed and assessed the bluehandler's worn features, and the mind of a healer took over once more.

"You look exhausted, Ara," she stated flatly. "Have you not been sleeping well? Aside from tonight, I mean." Her eyes roved over the shelves on the far wall, over the jars she had arranged there, and she browsed through a mental inventory of the contents. "I should have something that can help with that."
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Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
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Good, Arask grunted when Hamask confirmed what he had already guessed. Hama was smart. He didn't look away from his Girl, sensing rather than seeing when Hamask lifted her head. Though he could not see her expression, her mind-voice was enough to make him aware of her confusion. If whers could truly smile like humans, he might have. His own muzzle wrinkled, out of amusement. Girl stupid because. Arask call Girl stupid, Girl argue. Is how it is. It was how it always was, and how it always would be. He did not expect Hamask to completely understand. She and her handler were so gentle with each other. It was so strange. Girl need Arask be smart, less stupid. Arask see. Shifting halfway onto his side, he allowed his eyes to almost close, leaving only thin blue-green slits to watch over his Girl.

I'm not stupid...but I do need you. Ara allowed herself that moment of "sappiness," smiling when Arask visibly cringed. The blue feigned his disgust well; not well enough. Warmth crossed their bond from both ends. His grunted reply almost made her chuckle, until she felt Hama shiver. For a moment, she was concerned that the woman was cold. She didn't ask, though. She was too busy jerking back when Hama pulled away from her. Automatically, she turned her head away to quickly wipe her eyes with one sleeve, her other hand still resting on Hama's waist. Chuckling nervously, she faced the woman with hopefully-dry eyes. "I'm sorry." Watching the amusement fade from Hama's face, she felt her own expression fall. Shifting from foot to foot, she took a step backwards, reluctantly releasing the greenhandler. Why's she looking at me like that?

Relax.

That's rich, coming from you. Ara winced at Hama's observation, and the flatness with which it was spoken. It surprised her how much it bothered her. I don't like when she sounds...like that. Like a healer, instead of a...whatever she was. "I...what? I've been sleeping...fine?" The way it came out, it was almost a question. She clasped her hands tightly behind her back, wincing as she followed Hama's gaze to the shelves. Medicine. Wonderful. "I'd rather not take anything," she muttered. Faintly flushing, she added even more softly, "I want to be able to feel him." Deep sleep, while oh so very tempting, was not worth any chance of not fully feeling Arask's mind. It was too soon, and she'd been drugged before. She knew what to expect, though the memories were hazy.

See? Girl stupid. Arask looked sideways at Hamask, pointing with his wingtip to emphasize his point.



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Hamask wrinkled her nose too, not out of amusement like Arask, but out of her deepening confusion. The blue wher's explanation clarified nothing, if not muddled things further, but it seemed to make perfect sense to him. Hamask said nothing, her face screwing up further as she tried and failed to connect the dots. Eventually she gave up, expelling a quiet huff and laying her head back down on her feet. Her gaze followed Arask's, toward the handlers.

Ever skeptical of patients' assessments of themselves—because they were usually understated—Hama raised a single dark eyebrow. Ara said she was sleeping fine, but was hardly convincing about it. Even if she had been, her worn features told a surer truth than anything to Hama. Still, Ara requested not to take anything. Hama frowned, not just at this, but at the way the other woman seemed to regard her now, a look in her eyes that was something like… wariness? Fear? Hama didn't know.

"You need rest…" she pressed, ready to argue—why was it that patients always seemed so stubbornly against what was good for them—but something about Ara's demeanor made her pause and reconsider. Ara wasn't simply a patient—she was a friend and… well, maybe something more; Hama wasn't really sure. If she was uncomfortable with taking medicine, Hama could not force her; while it would be beneficial to the bluehandler, it wasn't necessary. With a resigned sigh, her healer's mantle fell away and she sent an apologetic smile toward Ara.

"Sorry," she said. "I just wanted to help." She shrugged. "Won't you reconsider the tea at least? It's chamomile." Her own cup was growing cold. "It's supposed to be calming. It might help you fall back asleep. And they say it helps with nightmares."

It was a last ditch effort to provide what aid she could. The healer side of her could never be suppressed, not entirely. Ah well.

I begin to see, Hamask murmured to Arask.
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Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
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Ara was aware that she was an unnaturally skilled liar. She was also aware that those skills had seemingly decided to drop dead when faced with a tiny, stern greenhandler. Hama definitely did not believe her, and, as she recalled what she had said and how she had spoken it, Ara did not blame her. She kicked her tired brain into gear, trying to compose her face into a pleasant mask. Guilt tugged at her heartstrings. She didn't like lying to Hama. Hama was different from other people. She paused, swallowing and wetting her lips. In the moment that Hama paused, Ara took the opportunity to assure her, with more smoothness than before, "I am resting, Hama." Arask, keep your mouth shut.

Mouth not moving, stupid. Arask debated over speaking up and verbally siding with Hama. He felt that his Girl was guilty, though. Perhaps she would decide to be honest with Hamask's girl. The blue remained silent, and Ara sent him grateful thoughts.

The blonde woman wasn't certain that her reassurances were the cause for Hama's sudden smile and shift in demeanor, but she hoped that they were. Hama was wonderful, but she was much more approachable when she wasn't in her working mode. Smiling softly in return, Ara shook her head. "Don't apologize. I know you were. But really, don't worry about me." Though I very much appreciate it, she added silently. Those words would not be spoken, though. Natural shyness inhibited her from voicing such things.

For Hama's sake, she did accept the offer of tea. There was, of course, a more selfish motive as well. If she took the tea, maybe Hama would allow her to stay a little while longer. As she had woken and mostly recovered from the nightmare, she was finding the greenhandler's company to be...nice. Her fingers twitched, and she raised her unbroken hand slightly, towards the other woman. She merely wanted to brush her fingertips over her cheek, just to feel the soft skin, but again, inhibition stopped her. "If it will make you happy, I'll take some tea."

Would make Arask happy.

I'm sure it would.

Arask can only deal with some dumb. Bad dream dumb, can do. Girl-feels dumb, too much. So... He paused, seeking the right word. Why tough to chase what want?

Arask, I do love you. But shut up. Heat was spreading across Ara's cheeks, and she glared at her wher as best as she could.

The blue snorted, scratching carefully at his neck. Girl dumb. Stitches off soon, Hama? His normally indifferent-grumpy voice held a small amount of hope, and he lifted his head to gaze at her.


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Don't worry about me, Ara said. Hama stayed silent, but her mind rebelled. Don't worry about me—how could she not worry? When Ara came to her door at the strangest hour, looking like a strained shadow of her usual self? When she confessed to having nightmares? When she had lived through the battle with the Rogue Handlers—an event on its own that could traumatize anyone—and watched her wher bleed out on the sands, nearly to death? How could Hama not worry?

But these thoughts remained thoughts. Hama merely smiled. "That would make me happy," she said, and reached for the pitcher. She poured a cup for Ara, handed it to the woman, and then added a little more to her own to warm it back up.

Her next actions she couldn't account for. Rather than reclaiming her chair by the table, Hama settled down on her bed so that her back rested against the cool stone of the wall, and she stretched out her legs. Maybe it was that she was tired, and wanted to sit somewhere softer, warmer, cozier; maybe it was that she wanted Ara to feel more at home, more comfortable, since Hama had somehow made her so tense earlier, and this was less formal. Or maybe it was that she remembered another time when she and Ara had shared this bed, following Hamask's first run, and a part of her wanted Ara to remember too.

She did not beckon Ara to sit beside her. There were chairs at the table if the bluehandler preferred to sit there. But there was ample room beside Hama.

She looked at Arask. "Soon," she replied. "Your wounds were pretty deep; I want to give them plenty of time to heal. I will check in a couple of days." The healer smiled then. "But even after they're out, I want you taking it easy, okay?"

Lots of relax, Hamask added sleepily.

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Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
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