[ She turns and almost reaches for Luci, but balls her hand in the comforters instead. There are a few horrible, awkward seconds while her reboot completes. ]
Guess I'm making a run out, then. That will be one bucket of coffee, two bottles of whiskey, and a straw then?
[Luci starts hurriedly picking up a shirt in the corner and some pants from under the bed-- fuck underwear, she has to get some air.]
Back in a flash. [She calls over her shoulder as she strips out of the embarrassing shirt somebody left outside Hades for Persephone, and makes a beeline for the exit.]
[ This is the part where Inanna should be pulling her into a hug, one that they need as badly as she does. Unfortunately they're stuck relying on their face to convey enough understanding to make up for it. It's only a little marred by Inanna's own wrecked nerves leaving them with a brow perpetually pinched in anxiety. ]
[ she cradles Inann's head, tucking their forehead under her chin. it's disgusting. she can feel their exposed flesh against her skin. They stink like blood and bile. ]
I- you're here now. I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you.
[ This should be comforting, except it absolutely isn't. There's nothing Inanna can do but sit there and let her hold them, and it feels so strange—disconcerting. There are too many things they can't help but expect to feel; the press of her against their chest, the weight of arms around their waist. All those things they simply don't have now. It leaves a sick feeling in the pit of a stomach they don't have.
Inanna draws a few shaky breaths, fighting against the urge give in to tears; the situation is bad enough already without that. They can hold it together a little longer. ]
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[ She turns and almost reaches for Luci, but balls her hand in the comforters instead. There are a few horrible, awkward seconds while her reboot completes. ]
-want a drink.
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Do you have any straws? [ A beat. ] And whiskey?
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[Luci starts hurriedly picking up a shirt in the corner and some pants from under the bed-- fuck underwear, she has to get some air.]
Back in a flash. [She calls over her shoulder as she strips out of the embarrassing shirt somebody left outside Hades for Persephone, and makes a beeline for the exit.]
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...Sorry again about the—shock.
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[ she glances over at them and then away again. she can feel her edges fraying just looking at them. ]
Can I . . . uhm. Can I hold you?
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[ It wasn't so bad, admitting it to her. Inanna was sure she understood deeply. ]
You don't need to ask for that.
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God, Inanna, I'm so sorry-
[ She picks them up carefully, a hand on each cheek. ]
We- we had no idea. No one ever thought-
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Persephone...
[ This is the part where Inanna should be pulling her into a hug, one that they need as badly as she does. Unfortunately they're stuck relying on their face to convey enough understanding to make up for it. It's only a little marred by Inanna's own wrecked nerves leaving them with a brow perpetually pinched in anxiety. ]
Who could have even guessed?
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I- you're here now. I'll take care of this. I'll take care of you.
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Inanna draws a few shaky breaths, fighting against the urge give in to tears; the situation is bad enough already without that. They can hold it together a little longer. ]
I know you will.