The familiar words, the familiar voice, both are present, though quiet, off to the side. The bracelet lays on the bedside table directly in his line of sight, playing softly, stopping only to restart the song for yet another time. In the brief silence between plays, the only sound is a soft and steady breathing.
Kaname...
She sits in a chair beside the hospital bed, slumped over in the serene embrace of sleep. Her hair, normally just so, is a mess, red strand after red strand misplaced and loose. Someone had taken it upon themselves to at least remove her hair ornaments. A green blanket-- Reina's-- covers her, despite sliding down one shoulder. Her other is occupied by a sizable pink rabbit pillow placed under her head, apparently keeping the cover from falling to the floor. Makina.
Beneath the blanket, her Walkure outfit is visible. Dirt and dust cover it, as do a few small rips. Her face is partially wiped clean, but streaks are evident. Tears, old and new. If her state is any indication, she resisted sleep as long as she could.
...san.
Eyelids flutter, but she remains asleep. Mostly.]
Messer-kun... [It's quiet, murmured unconsciously. Brows furrow. The peace she was experiencing seems to be changing.]
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The familiar words, the familiar voice, both are present, though quiet, off to the side. The bracelet lays on the bedside table directly in his line of sight, playing softly, stopping only to restart the song for yet another time. In the brief silence between plays, the only sound is a soft and steady breathing.
Kaname...
She sits in a chair beside the hospital bed, slumped over in the serene embrace of sleep. Her hair, normally just so, is a mess, red strand after red strand misplaced and loose. Someone had taken it upon themselves to at least remove her hair ornaments. A green blanket-- Reina's-- covers her, despite sliding down one shoulder. Her other is occupied by a sizable pink rabbit pillow placed under her head, apparently keeping the cover from falling to the floor. Makina.
Beneath the blanket, her Walkure outfit is visible. Dirt and dust cover it, as do a few small rips. Her face is partially wiped clean, but streaks are evident. Tears, old and new. If her state is any indication, she resisted sleep as long as she could.
...san.
Eyelids flutter, but she remains asleep. Mostly.]
Messer-kun... [It's quiet, murmured unconsciously. Brows furrow. The peace she was experiencing seems to be changing.]