[ Her hand is tender, in its way, as she lingers, smoothing hair back from his brow — a contrast to the unrepentant dryness of her voice, the slight habitual bite to her words: ]
Not likely. You know how many ways I've mastered of killing a man slowly?
[he grumbles under it, like he's so put upon, but reaches up with both hands to take hers. no reason other than to just hold it-- press the pads of his thumbs to her palm.]
That's motivation to get out of here, you know. Get out and put more trainin' dummies together so you can really show off with Pussydestroyer for me. Forget beer cans.
[something he'd wanted to do with her for a while, but-- shit keeps coming up.]
She feels a funny, unexpected little spark of warmth. Maybe he's fucking teasing her, but it means more than she might want it to, the idea that she might be, in any small part, a reason for him to get better. ]
Yeah? Is that what you think I've been honing my skill for, all these centuries? [ With a mild, almost gentle wryness: ] So I can amuse you when you finally get your crippled ass up out of bed?
Alright. Fine. Do it for Pussydestroyer then. I'll wave her around a little, if you want. [ Wry as ever: ] You're so charmed by the ax thing, it makes me feel half-bad I've never shown you what I can do with a bow.
[he tugs her hand forward, flattening it out against his own and pressing her palm to his own cheek under his hand. he leans on it, eyes fluttering closed.
thoughtfully:] I can make you one of those as well, if you give me a couple months.
[ She doesn't resist, letting him pull her hand towards him to use as a pillow. No complaints — she just subtly shifts her weight a little, moving closer to that it's a bit more comfortable. ]
I'll make one. It'll be done by the time you're well enough to watch me shoot with it.
Watch me, [is all he says, letting his eyes flutter closed as he leans against her hand.] having a finite amount of time really kicks your ass into gear.
[ Her voice has gotten quiet though. He should rest. She should let him. If she doesn't move much, maybe he'll drift off in a minute. She won't even mind — what's the worst that could happen? Her hand goes numb? Falls off? Hell, it'll grow right back.
[that's all he says for a moment, leaning on her and enjoying the quiet. sometimes you just gotta have a peaceful moment with people you love, right? can't all be talking all the time.
anyway, it's a fatal mistake. archie falls asleep on her hand after about five seconds of silence. she's stuck here. this is her fate, now.]
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Not likely. You know how many ways I've mastered of killing a man slowly?
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Let me guess. Ten with each finger?
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Something like that.
[ With her other hand, she flicks him lightly between the eyebrows, as if to demonstrate her deadly skill. ]
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[something he'd wanted to do with her for a while, but-- shit keeps coming up.]
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She feels a funny, unexpected little spark of warmth. Maybe he's fucking teasing her, but it means more than she might want it to, the idea that she might be, in any small part, a reason for him to get better. ]
Yeah? Is that what you think I've been honing my skill for, all these centuries? [ With a mild, almost gentle wryness: ] So I can amuse you when you finally get your crippled ass up out of bed?
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...Tryin' to think of any other reason and I'm comin' up blank, here. Might be the drugs.
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Alright. Fine. Do it for Pussydestroyer then. I'll wave her around a little, if you want. [ Wry as ever: ] You're so charmed by the ax thing, it makes me feel half-bad I've never shown you what I can do with a bow.
[ Spoilers: She's pro as fuck. ]
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[he tugs her hand forward, flattening it out against his own and pressing her palm to his own cheek under his hand. he leans on it, eyes fluttering closed.
thoughtfully:] I can make you one of those as well, if you give me a couple months.
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[ She doesn't resist, letting him pull her hand towards him to use as a pillow. No complaints — she just subtly shifts her weight a little, moving closer to that it's a bit more comfortable. ]
I'll make one. It'll be done by the time you're well enough to watch me shoot with it.
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[ Her voice has gotten quiet though. He should rest. She should let him. If she doesn't move much, maybe he'll drift off in a minute. She won't even mind — what's the worst that could happen? Her hand goes numb? Falls off? Hell, it'll grow right back.
The things she endures for love. ]
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[that's all he says for a moment, leaning on her and enjoying the quiet. sometimes you just gotta have a peaceful moment with people you love, right? can't all be talking all the time.
anyway, it's a fatal mistake. archie falls asleep on her hand after about five seconds of silence. she's stuck here. this is her fate, now.]