deshabille | thirteen ☼ spam & voice

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thirteen ☼ spam & voice

spam } hannibal, backdated

[She does not sit by his bed until he wakes up. Instead, she watches him until she hears his breathing begin again and then leaves the infirmary. She knows he won't stay for long.]

[It's only later that she goes to find him in his room. This time, she knocks. Of course, if he doesn't respond, she'll just go in. But she can pretend at respect for bare moments.]

[It's the little things.]

private } dean, polly, arya, shortly after the above

I need to start it now. Right now.

[Theoretically this is all very dramatic but she's mostly anticipating a lot of boredom, which shows in her voice. Snore. This again.]

[She's fine it's fine.]

private } aeryn

Timetable has obviously been pushed back, but you should know I'll be out of commission for, mm. A while.

private } spock

Something you might be interested in.

private } ben

I have information of relevance to your inmate, and you by extension. No detail, but you should know anyway.

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[He managed to reach his room, his bed, with a rather serious limp. He favors his left knee badly - it still aches from the break Slevin gave it - but in another day or two, he'll learn to mask the pain. Tuck it away as if it never was. Now, he is psychically exhausted and mentally dissatisfied.

With everything.

He's sitting on his bed when the knock comes, in clean clothes and a bathrobe settled on his shoulders. He knows who it is without a second thought: though it would be nice for Abigail and Alana to come check on him, see to his health, he knows the only one who would come is his warden.

Forcing his spine to straighten, he settles his hand on his left knee, fingers digging briefly into the meat and cartilage. Undamaged but painful meat and cartilage. He is undamaged, and his body would do damn well to remember that.

He exhales slowly, hides it away - but he is still pale, drawn, though his best efforts leave him looking better than most would.]

Come in.

[She pushes the door open, and it slides out of the way, shushing against the carpet on which she knows he's walked in socked feet to hurt, to kill. This floor that he knows so well.]

[She looks at him impassively, the way he's tucking his pain away as if it means nothing to him. Knows that it should mean nothing to him; knows that it means something, nevertheless.]

[It's unfortunate, she thinks, that she feels something other than sharp curiosity for this man. At least it's mostly just that, thus far.]

[She doesn't say a word. Just closes the door behind her and walks in, to lean on the edge of his desk.]

[He watches her push the door closed again, watches her move like a wounded animal backed into a corner. No - a hunter watching its prey. That's better.]

You have a habit for calling on me at poor times.

[He doesn't bother forcing a smile. It would not look halfway real.]

What brings you now?

[She doesn't, either. She wonders how he'll interpret it: if it's that she isn't bothering because he isn't, or if she's tired, or - something else. She doesn't really know the reasoning behind it herself.]

[That's dangerous. She really should.]

I think that's my job, actually.

Wondering if there are any creature comforts you need at this time. Extra pillows. Similar.

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I thought you were changing your mind. [Not that Arya's been waiting for the maybe opportunity to stab someone or anything.]

And deprive you of the opportunity to beat me up?

[Child, please.]

[Arya just smiles. You're okay, Mal.]

Where?

Wherever is necessary.

I'm handing the coffee off to Polly in two hours on deck. If you'd like, I can show you precisely where my heart is at the same time. People always think it's a little more to the left than it really is.

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[Polly takes the dramatics in stride as always. Most everything is a Big Deal once Mal fixates on something. The upside, of course, she remains quite tenacious which given what she's set her mind on, this is favorable.]

I'm ready so long as you are.

[She's been ready for a while actually.]

I know you are. That's why I wasn't asking.

Say, two hours?

If you think that's enough time.

[You work that out on your own, Mal.]

Enough time with a buffer.

Trust me. At least for now. I have thought this out.

[Famous last words.]

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Then I am interested.

What might it be?

I'm going to be going through some extreme physiological changes soon. I realize you don't know anyone but me who's like me, and I thought that you might like to monitor them.