and maybe today we'll be fine

[beathollow]

Who: Kenkou and You
When: September 7th-September 10th
Where: Kenkou Dorms
What: we're being fine! so fine. probably. (not at all.)
Warnings: Familial abuse, regicide, hallucinations, various ailments of the mental health, frostbite, various ailments of being in the cursed with sick house, more tba

( we freed the kitchen, but can we free ourselves?


no. )

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[selfportraiture]

[he's making it worse!!!]

Okay, now I know you're making fun of me.

[brokenlance]

[blinks guilelessly]

You don't think it would work? They hung an especially severe painting of the knight commander over the barracks in Fhirdiad for this very reason.

[selfportraiture]

What are you trying to say about my face?! Huh?

[brokenlance]

[i feel like somewhere i may have fucked up, though i'm not sure where]

It's a lovely face! I just think it would behoove us to be reminded of you more often!

[selfportraiture]

You just compared me to your "severe knight commander"! Like you're trying to say I've got a scary face or something!

I have an adorable face! Everyone thinks so!

[brokenlance]

But... it is the severity of your manner in combination with your fair face that is one of the most charming things about you...

[selfportraiture]

[can't believe she has to kill Azure now.]

Ha?! My manner is sweet and demure! "Severity"?! How dare you!

[She says, not sweetly or demurely, and entirely severely.]

[brokenlance]

[ ???????? WHAT DO I DO HELP HELP ]

I-- fear a misunderstanding has occurred somewhere?? I am so unspeakably sorry, I really meant no offense...!

[selfportraiture]

Ugh. Of course you didn't.

[She simmers down, arms crossed, huffing.]

Guys like you never do. But you should still watch what you say. You'll give people the wrong idea.

[brokenlance]

'Guys like me'...?

I will endeavour to, um. Be more careful with my words.....

[selfportraiture]

Yeah. The annoying forthright type. You just say whatever comes to mind without ever thinking twice about it or how it's going to impact the people around you.

[Ena, PLEASE.]

[brokenlance]

Oh.

[visibly wilts... he spends so much time trying to figure out what's supposed to be the right thing to express that hearing he sucks shit at it is. disheartening.]

Then... I will endeavour to improve. Thank you for your forthrightness, Botan.

[selfportraiture]

[Poor Dimitri. He's so much like a kicked puppy that she hesitates for a moment, and then she clears her throat.]

Er... sure. No problem.

[...]

You've... got good traits too, you know. So... you're not a total lost cause.

[brokenlance]

[but there is 0% of him that actually believes these good traits exist, so. he doesn't as much look comforted as he does pause to figure out exactly which muscles in his face he needs to use to try and return an awkward, bashful smile.]

As long as there remains something still redeemable in your eyes.

[selfportraiture]

[Oh no. Poor Dimitri. Ena hates that response.]

Huh? "Redeemable"? What's that supposed to mean?

[brokenlance]

[he opens his mouth slightly. then closes it.

he's not sure what he's doing wrong. he doesn't want to keep making her angry but he doesn't know what to say.

he can't even easily excuse himself because he's injured.

there's a confused, computer blue screen quality to his face, the way it's frozen in place. trying to be placid. no sudden movements.]

It means something good, doesn't it?

[selfportraiture]

[not the fear response of a prey animal

he's so valid for that tho]

It means you think you need redeeming to begin with is what it means.

[brokenlance]

[oh. ha ha.

hahaha.]

But I do. For things you cannot yet imagine.

[selfportraiture]

[...

Okay, well. She's not sure she wants to touch that. People have their own trauma. She knows that full well, and it's not really her business. But... still.

It pisses her off.]

Yeah, I don't know what you've been through or what you've done or anything.

But not from me you don't. You haven't done anything wrong to me, ever, that needs redemption. Got it?

[brokenlance]

[a conflicted look flickers across his face for a moment.

how does he say that he feels like he should apologize simply for existing? no, he's certain that would only enrage Botan further. he cannot step carelessly. maybe the safest move is to shut up.]

I understand. Then... I will say no more.

[selfportraiture]

[... Ugh. She got all worked up at Azure again... She's not convinced that really did anything, but he's at least defusing the situation, and she's not going to go out of her way to pick even more of a fight when he hasn't really done anything wrong.]

... Right, yeah. Good.

[... wow she came in here to help and has just been yelling at this poor injured boy this whole time.]

Er. All of that aside, do you guys need anything while I'm here?

[brokenlance]

[maybe we can all forget that i ever happened]

I believe the food situation is well at hand... but if you should happen by the greenhouse and find the alloeh plant has regrown, I could always use more.

[selfportraiture]

Hm? Oh, sure, I can do that.

[A pretty normal and easy thing to ask for!]

I'll go take a look after this, then.

[brokenlance]

Do you know what the plant looks like? Its leaves are thick and meaty, unlike most herbs. And inside, it holds a gel-like substance that can bring relief to the skin.

[it's aloe. he means aloe.]

[selfportraiture]

Uh huh... yeah, I know it.

[Does not know it, was just going to go to the library to look it up rather than admit she does not know it--

But now she's got it. Gel-like. Aloe. Right, whew, okay!!]

Don't worry. I've got it handled.