I do not know if it's something that happened in between the time I was taken and when I woke up here and was let out of that van. I can't....remember that.
[ it hadn't been that long ago really but he'd been groggy and disoriented when he'd woken up. overwhelmed by the city and everything in it. but the familiarity of that dream is sticking with him. whether or not that's a memory or something more, he's been to whatever place that was.
he knows it. he just...has to remember where it was. ]
It was like an animal. Unfamiliar but yes, I can remember. [ he mimes a pen before he remembers that there's nothing like that here. god, this city is infuriating sometimes. ]
[ as much as she doesn't want to get up, as nice as their strange positions feel, she can't do it from here — and so daisy extricates herself with one last squeeze of their hands together before she pulls away, stepping up off the edge of the tub to cross the small bathroom. there's not much in the cabinetry, considering neither of them are particularly fussy people, but there is at least a can of shaving cream.
since he's not regularly shaving his face clean, he hasn't used it. he'll have to forgive her for wasting it, but it's at least for a good cause. or she hopes it is, anyway.
in any case, she smears a thin layer of it over the flat expanse of his countertop, with enough space for him to trace out whatever he might need to in the thick white mess. she'll clean it later. probably. ]
Here. Draw it on here, and I'll take a picture when you're done. Maybe we can look it up.
[ reverse google image search, baby. or trace it using digital drawing software, and maybe someone else might recognize it. they'd have options. ]
[ he stands after she does, watching her root through his cabinets until she pulls out some shaving cream. and because he knows she is not going to ask him to shave, he has an idea what she might need it for.
soon enough his counter is liberally covered in shaving cream and he moves closer. illya closes his eyes and the symbol comes to him and he starts drawing, carefully tracing his finger through the shaving cream to make sure every line is precise and every curve is correct.
it doesn't take long because the symbol wasn't large and soon enough he's stepping back, hand covered in shaving cream. ]
There was some yellow on the breast here. [ he points. ] If there was more, I could not see it. Do you recognize it?
[ it might be an animal of some kind. perhaps a large bird, maybe a woodland creature of some kind — but she's never been an animal expert, so she's probably the wrong person to ask. ]
No. I wish I did.
[ a small tug at the corner of her mouth, apologetic, and daisy snaps a shot of the drawing as it lays out. later, she'll ask rey about the drawing software she uses, or check with markus for any ideas he may have. but for now, daisy sweeps a palm through the drawing, scraping the cream off the countertop and into the sink where it's easily washed away. cleaning up, apparently, is not beneath her. ]
But we'll figure it out. [ together, yes, but the group as a whole. the entirety of the displaced. ] Do you feel any better?
[ the glow in his chest seems to have subsided, at least. ]
[ the burn is still there but it's eased enough that he thinks he can ignore it, forget about it until it goes completely away.
a hand comes back up and rubs at his chest again as if trying to hurry the process along. he sighs, irritated with the whole thing, before moving closer and kissing her forehead in gratitude. ]
You can go back to sleep. I think I will stay up for awhile. [ while the pain was easing, the dream had unsettled him enough that he doubts he's going to be able to close his eyes and rest again. ]
Come on. [ he should know her better than that. she's not just going to let him sit here in the bathroom alone to dwell on his thoughts. ] I'm not going anywhere.
[ maybe literally she would go somewhere, like out of this bathroom, but only if he came with her. plus, she doesn't exactly want to go back to sleep alone. hard enough to fall asleep as it is, but knowing he's just moping alone with his thoughts isn't very comforting. ]
[ he exhales because yes, he'd known that. he'd known she wouldn't want to go back to sleep if he was awake and dealing with this but he had to give her the choice anyway. it felt wrong to just assume.
he doesn't say anything for the few moments it takes him to wash his hands free of the shaving cream but once he dries them off, he nods. ]
All right. I was just going to sit in the other room or take a walk. I hadn't decided. I just do not think I can get back to sleep right now. Everything is too —
[ he gestures vaguely to his head and sighs. ] I would rather not dream again or think about what I saw.
[ a slow inhale, and daisy nods in return; her hand lifts to take one of his, and once her fingers have threaded snugly between his own, she tugs him out of the bathroom and into the living room down the hall.
she stops in front of the couch, head tipping towards it. ] Sit. [ once he does, she joins him, not quite in his lap but close to it. if he wants to, he could pull her in.
there's a beat of comfortable silence before she pipes up again. ] Next time you have bad dreams, wake me up.
[ she says sit and he does. when she eventually settles next to him, he reaches for her and pulls her closer, against him, on him, he doesn't care. he'd just like her to be closer for the moment. it gives him something to focus on that isn't the dream.
for a few moments, there's just silence but then she speaks and he hums. ] I do not typically have dreams, good or bad.
[ and if he did, he rarely remembered them in the morning. ]
Sleep is more important than dealing with me. [ that is his story and he's sticking to it. ] I wanted you to rest.
[ there's a response that immediately jumps to his mind but he cuts it off fast. that's too much and he knows it. he's not going to say it and shift this evening into something more than it is. he can't.
they'd had a day like that a little while ago and he's been trying to forget what he'd said ever since then. it hasn't been working but he's trying. he hasn't said it again, at least. ]
That applies to me as well, you know. You can ask me for help.
[ time to shift this subject onto her, please and thank you. ]
I know. [ and she does. he doesn't have to tell her that. ] I know.
[ he may not want to sleep, but daisy can't deny the fact that it's comfortable and cozy being piled up in his lap, her legs curled up against her and her head resting on his chest. it's somewhere familiar and warm, and though she doesn't outright pass out on him (a miracle), her eyes do occasionally slip closed. ]
It goes both ways. But I hope you don't have any more bad dreams.
[ it's not difficult to tell she's trying her best to stay awake but she doesn't need to. he's not going to be very talkative and he'd prefer she get her sleep despite his own nighttime difficulties.
honestly, even having her asleep on his lap will probably help settle him so he starts stroking his fingers up and down her back to try and encourage to go back to sleep. he's fine. ]
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[ it hadn't been that long ago really but he'd been groggy and disoriented when he'd woken up. overwhelmed by the city and everything in it. but the familiarity of that dream is sticking with him. whether or not that's a memory or something more, he's been to whatever place that was.
he knows it. he just...has to remember where it was. ]
It was like an animal. Unfamiliar but yes, I can remember. [ he mimes a pen before he remembers that there's nothing like that here. god, this city is infuriating sometimes. ]
The fact that there is no paper here is annoying.
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[ as much as she doesn't want to get up, as nice as their strange positions feel, she can't do it from here — and so daisy extricates herself with one last squeeze of their hands together before she pulls away, stepping up off the edge of the tub to cross the small bathroom. there's not much in the cabinetry, considering neither of them are particularly fussy people, but there is at least a can of shaving cream.
since he's not regularly shaving his face clean, he hasn't used it. he'll have to forgive her for wasting it, but it's at least for a good cause. or she hopes it is, anyway.
in any case, she smears a thin layer of it over the flat expanse of his countertop, with enough space for him to trace out whatever he might need to in the thick white mess. she'll clean it later. probably. ]
Here. Draw it on here, and I'll take a picture when you're done. Maybe we can look it up.
[ reverse google image search, baby. or trace it using digital drawing software, and maybe someone else might recognize it. they'd have options. ]
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soon enough his counter is liberally covered in shaving cream and he moves closer. illya closes his eyes and the symbol comes to him and he starts drawing, carefully tracing his finger through the shaving cream to make sure every line is precise and every curve is correct.
it doesn't take long because the symbol wasn't large and soon enough he's stepping back, hand covered in shaving cream. ]
There was some yellow on the breast here. [ he points. ] If there was more, I could not see it. Do you recognize it?
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No. I wish I did.
[ a small tug at the corner of her mouth, apologetic, and daisy snaps a shot of the drawing as it lays out. later, she'll ask rey about the drawing software she uses, or check with markus for any ideas he may have. but for now, daisy sweeps a palm through the drawing, scraping the cream off the countertop and into the sink where it's easily washed away. cleaning up, apparently, is not beneath her. ]
But we'll figure it out. [ together, yes, but the group as a whole. the entirety of the displaced. ] Do you feel any better?
[ the glow in his chest seems to have subsided, at least. ]
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[ the burn is still there but it's eased enough that he thinks he can ignore it, forget about it until it goes completely away.
a hand comes back up and rubs at his chest again as if trying to hurry the process along. he sighs, irritated with the whole thing, before moving closer and kissing her forehead in gratitude. ]
You can go back to sleep. I think I will stay up for awhile. [ while the pain was easing, the dream had unsettled him enough that he doubts he's going to be able to close his eyes and rest again. ]
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[ maybe literally she would go somewhere, like out of this bathroom, but only if he came with her. plus, she doesn't exactly want to go back to sleep alone. hard enough to fall asleep as it is, but knowing he's just moping alone with his thoughts isn't very comforting. ]
If you want to stay up, I'll stay up with you.
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he doesn't say anything for the few moments it takes him to wash his hands free of the shaving cream but once he dries them off, he nods. ]
All right. I was just going to sit in the other room or take a walk. I hadn't decided. I just do not think I can get back to sleep right now. Everything is too —
[ he gestures vaguely to his head and sighs. ] I would rather not dream again or think about what I saw.
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she stops in front of the couch, head tipping towards it. ] Sit. [ once he does, she joins him, not quite in his lap but close to it. if he wants to, he could pull her in.
there's a beat of comfortable silence before she pipes up again. ] Next time you have bad dreams, wake me up.
[ if i'm here, she almost says. ]
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for a few moments, there's just silence but then she speaks and he hums. ] I do not typically have dreams, good or bad.
[ and if he did, he rarely remembered them in the morning. ]
Sleep is more important than dealing with me. [ that is his story and he's sticking to it. ] I wanted you to rest.
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[ he's more important, but also, naps are a thing. she's a big fan of post-work naps when their schedules permit. ]
You're not a chore, Illya. If you need me, I want to be there.
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they'd had a day like that a little while ago and he's been trying to forget what he'd said ever since then. it hasn't been working but he's trying. he hasn't said it again, at least. ]
That applies to me as well, you know. You can ask me for help.
[ time to shift this subject onto her, please and thank you. ]
And I will be there.
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[ he may not want to sleep, but daisy can't deny the fact that it's comfortable and cozy being piled up in his lap, her legs curled up against her and her head resting on his chest. it's somewhere familiar and warm, and though she doesn't outright pass out on him (a miracle), her eyes do occasionally slip closed. ]
It goes both ways. But I hope you don't have any more bad dreams.
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[ it's not difficult to tell she's trying her best to stay awake but she doesn't need to. he's not going to be very talkative and he'd prefer she get her sleep despite his own nighttime difficulties.
honestly, even having her asleep on his lap will probably help settle him so he starts stroking his fingers up and down her back to try and encourage to go back to sleep. he's fine. ]
We can talk more in the morning. Go to sleep.