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Who: Hydra, Ikki, Allen, ANY
Where: The Arena
When: Day 98, evening
What: When we last left our intrepid heroes...

[In the arena, there's some decent quality meat burning as a gift to two particular Judges, a comatose member of Hydra and a few guards with torches... and not a whole lot else to explain what's going on.

Well the real interesting part is going on a little deeper anyway.]

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A-are you really sure?

If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have given you my knife.

[It was a silly question. But . . . this person, he's really . . . really . . . Ikki-kun, Raven, he's really . . . letting someone like me . . .

. . . wraps her fingers (calloused, rough, not really like a girl's at all) around his wrist, steadying it as she moves the knife against his skin, careful and quick.]

[winces a little and lets out a quiet hiss, but otherwise keeps his hand where it is]

[She manages enough presence of mind to put the knife safely out of the way, and . . . not much more than that. Hungry, so hungry, and he's thee and she can hear the wind over the sound of their echoing heartbeats, a breeze that rustles the garments of the dim shadow standing watch over them, thrumming along piano strings taut with waiting music.

Curled against him, she lowers her head and drinks.]

[can't help but. stare as he watches her, blushing as she curls up against him, then quickly looking up, to the side, anywhere but down. his fingers flex idly, once, before stilling]

[Somewhere, far back in the back of her mind, comes the idle thought that this could only possibly be better if they didn't have any clothes on.]

[no thoughts like that on THIS END]

[. . . after Sensei, no thoughts like that is fine, too.

She does seem to relax, after a minute, finally letting go of a tension she barely aware of carrying.]

[relaxes a little too, and eventually leans back a bit, closing his eyes]

[Shifts just a little when he moves, almost unconsciously fitting herself back against him, the rest of the tension draining completely away.

A few minutes after that, the slow shifts of her lips against his wrist finally stop, tongue brushing once more against his skin as she pulls back.]

[blushes a little but doesn't really move, safe to lift a hand to rub at his face as he yawns]

[Presses her fingers over the cut, holding it while she pulls out a strip of purple fabric, and a bit of gauze.]

It's been a long day, too.

'Salways a long day, here.

[Ties the fabric around his wrist, gauze over the cut, and shifts just a little to wrap her blanket around him, too.]

It will just be a scratch, by the morning. They heal fast.

[b-blinks as the blanket gets wrapped around him]

Ah . . .

Was that enough?

[Settles back against him, warm and fed and content.]

It was.

. . .

Good.

Do you feel okay?

[nods faintly]

Mmm . . . just tired.

Me too.

[Tugs the blanket a bit more securely around them.]

[yawns, and unconsciously huddles a little in it]

Haven't slept that good lately . . .

Dreams?

Something like that . . .

Mmm.

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