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Sascha ([personal profile] pneumo) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-06-24 07:58 am

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Who: Sascha, Kurt, Wrath, and then later Beverley!
Broadcast: nope
Action: Windrose medbay!
When: while Wrath is broken

[ Since finding out Kurt has died in his own reality, Sascha's been a bit more...attached. Not in the same way he is with the people he surprises late at night with cuddles, although he's certainly done the former with the blue mutant. No, rather than cuddle him Sascha makes sure he's up early in the evenings so that he can find Kurt...and tell him a simple "sleep well" or "goodnight." It's really nothing big or dramatic, but. It makes him feel better, and he hopes the same goes for Kurt.

Which is why, after Wrath's been set-up in the Windrose medbay and Kurt spends almost every moment he can get away with there, Sascha has to try just a little harder to accomplish his mission. The reason: Beverley, who is not much of a fan of his being around anymore after he'd sort of...well. Licked blood off the floor in front of her. After it had come from someone who'd been beaten to a pulp.

So he has to wait until the coast is clear and he can't smell her nearby before he slowly opens the doors to the medbay and pokes his head in. ]


...Kurt?
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[personal profile] ecclesiophobic 2016-06-24 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[For once when Sascha comes searching, Kurt's actually asleep. Dozing, to be more precise; in the days since Wrath's injuries, he's been loathe to leave her side other than when absolutely necessary. Even for him, napping while crouched in a chair isn't comfortable, but it's better than waking with a scream caught in his throat because his sleeping brain interpreted an empty bed as a dead world.

Being as much awake as he is asleep, his name is as clear as though Sascha had whispered it into his ear. Kurt's eyes fly open and he's alert immediately, his tail reaching for the hilt of a sword that isn't there. It takes another heartbeat heartbeat for him to process where he is, and and his stance eases as his brain puts a face to the voice.]
Mm.. good evening, Sascha. [The muttered words are thick with sleep, Kurt rubbing at his eyes with the heel of one hand.] Who did you spend your day with today?