Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[Neshimo]

A bottle, two actually, Whiskey, he'd asked a few passing guards too get him a bottle, telling them only the bare minimum about what happened down there. He'd finished one, drunk off of his own ignorance, & pitying her more than himself. So many opportunities to leave it alone, yet he continued. He'd been scared too hug her, too comfort her, like he promised he'd do forever, yet all he could was cower behind a door, and drink his problems away. All he does is wait for the three knocks, drunk, but still wishing for her too be alright.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She held her hand up to the door, but a shuddered breath. If he wasn't there... she'd rather just find out. So, deep breath, eyes straight ahead as she opened the door. She took one step, not seeing him, and nearly tripped on an empty bottle. She looked awful, blood and dirt and soot, but she was still upright, as she'd removed her foot right away. She looked down, at the bottle.. and followed it to Jamil. Who was drinking, and drunk. A soft frown, that wasn't right, he... didn't drink, or she hadn't seen him.

 

[Neshimo]

"...Hey. It's been a while since I've drank like this...come here." He opens his arms wide too her, obviously not himself, but he doesn't seem any sort of way. Not angry or sad, he seems to be an indifferent drunk when he hammers himself. "Sit down on my lap, and lets hold each other, like we usually do..." He drops the bottle of whiskey from his hands, it slightly pouring out, but emptied enough that it didn't make much of a spill. "Though I may have a bit of strong breath, so your nose might be turned off by me..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, going down next to him, letting him pull her into a hug. Now she knew she needed to keep him from knowing the rest. "It's not your fault, Jamil." Burying her head in him she let herself feel sorrow and pain, but not to react to it visibly. "I'm surprised you didn't react like they did... that you didn't shoot at me." She hugged him tightly, arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly. "If... I know what I looked like. If I'd seen anyone like that I'd have run, or shot, but... but you tried. You tried to keep me sane."

 

[Neshimo]

"It's because I'm in love with you." Arms around her, he can clearly still remember that much. She'd sent so much of her emotion too him, that all of it is just dulled by his drunkenness. Kindly though, he gives her a kiss on the cheek. "I wanted too just wrap my arms around you, but instinct told me I couldn't. All my body would let me do, was leave you in there, alone. I'm sorry." Love kept him from shooting immediately, from seeing that, no human being like himself would have not been scared. It's in nature, & nothing can be like a fairy tale, or the Titanic, but the most he can do, is even at a distance, be there for her.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A tiny sob, no... she couldn't afford to cry. Not like he was. "I don't blame you, not at all. You were smart, leaving the room like that." She grabbed him stronger. Forcing them back, but not so far she would forget again. She couldn't afford to forget... not this time. Not now that so much of her life had come back. "I told you. I'm a monster." And I love you anyway.

 

[Neshimo]

"Actually, you're not a monster. Let me give you an example." He breathes in, remembering where they picked up a child, him & Marie, his story was, "There was a boy, who's father was a drug handler, Mother addicted and broken, yet they took care of him, for better or worse. He'd said his life was bad, but not terrible, until his father got deep into debt with the wrong people, and with him in the kitchen, hiding in the cupboard, saw his mother shot down by his own father, and running off with as many valuables as he could find. The kid went off into the streets until we found him a few months later, and he stabbed me, not wanting to believe in anyone male again. He'd warmed up to me, thankfully, but it took a long while for it too happen."


He rubs her back, sighing another deep exhale. "What I mean to say is, after what you experienced, you have every right to go crazy when those memories come up. No one can fault you for wanting to release pain, even if it's unfortunately on other people. That doesn't make you a monster, it actually makes you more human that you realize, that you can show so much emotion, in only a few movements." Another kiss on the cheek, leaves him to say, "Plus even if you are a monster, you're the one I'm in love with, so I guess that makes me a weirdo."


(P.S: it's raining here, power might go out .n.)

 

[SaphireTsuki]

(I'll keep that in mind. Enjoy the rain! I wish it would rain round here.)


He'd said it. In front of her, after seeing that... after seeing her. At this she began truly crying. He cared about her, that much, even after she'd almost killed him. "I love you. I really do. I don't care if this is or isn't the first time I've said it, I'm telling you now." Because to her, nothing was more important than him knowing that. Not now, possibly not ever, because that was the only redeeming quality of her, she knew it.

 

[Neshimo]

"That's nice. I'll count this as the second time I've heard you say it then." This really is an awkward situation from him, as he knows he should feel happy, yet his unfortunate empty bottle keeps him indifferent for now. Though he still knows how too take care of this kind of Saphire, giving her small hushes, "There there, it's fine, let it all out, because I'm here for you."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Ah, he was having a bit of a problem understanding... she didn't mind. Not right now, but she'd make sure he didn't drink again. Not while she had any say in it. Still she held onto him, calming down only a bit. She'd held in tears for a long time, long enough to forget the reason for them... they were ten years in the making. Ten years of not crying, of not knowing why, and Jamil was here... even if he wasn't fully himself. And that was creepy enough to make her want to cry more.

 

[Neshimo]

"Hello. Saphire..." His arms, slump a small bit, heavy eyes closed, his head on her shoulder. "I think I'm tired, but I'm not sure. I wanna stay like this longe-no. I want too love you, & be like this forever..." He jolts a bit, and his strength somewhat returns, making him cling on more for just a while longer. "You can cry all you want now, it's been long, lonely, you have every right to cry. In the arms of someone who you love."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She'd been silent, though certainly obviously crying. However, at his words... she sobbed loudly for a second, a large cry, a whimper, and then she was quiet again. All the time her tears came down, tears for her memories, for her sisters, both of them... and tears for all that was sad about Jamil's life. "S-sleep, I'll get you back to our room when I'm calm." The words were clear, if slightly mangled by her sharp intakes of breath as a result of her tears.

 

[Neshimo]

"Thats not how it workss~" Slurred, he makes a grunt, picking her up, cradling her, though doing it so quickly leaves him a bit staggered. Thankfully, he recovers, and begins walking up the stairs with her in his arms. "We need to be in a safe place, so I can tell you how much I love you." His cheeks red, unknown from his current state, or his words, his face is too focused, or indifferent, too tell. "I'll sleep, when we are safee~"

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A tiny giggle, behind the tears. Safe? In a place filled with soldiers that wanted her dead? It was almost cute. No, it was cute. And so... "You're sure you can do this?" And no, he wasn't very steady... it made her want to walk on her own feet, save him the possible death or injury. No, not death... unless he was dumb enough to try using the stairs.

 

[Neshimo]

"I'm more than sure, I'm in love."He makes it, sketchily, up the stairs, then makes his way down the hallway, & into their room. A nice room, one filled with memories, bad or good, it's better than where they originated. More so her, than anyone else. Knowing his ultimate demise is upon him, his last legs carry him, and her, too the couch, only after placing her down, oh so gently, does he give way too sleep, his head on her stomach.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She smiled at the now sleeping Jamil, placing her hand on his head. A slow petting, a calm look at him. She pulled his torso onto the couch next to her, and then slowly curled up. He was back, and now... she was ready to let him sleep it off. And frankly... she was tired herself, the wounds on her arms quickly healing, but no... she had to go to a shower. And so she did, taking a spare pair of clothes and moving to the bathroom for said shower.

 

[Neshimo]

His body, trying to get used to taking in alcohol again, starts to sober him up, & more importantly, waking him up, so that he can get some water. Parched, it did keep his heart safe from the pain shared between them, but took the moisture from his throat in the process. Thankfully, no hangover, & intact heart, he comes to terms with what's happened today. A broken Saphire, whom he loved, had to face the memories. Thankfully, his love made it through, though now, with both of their feelings out, hopefully nothing becomes to awkward between them


He eyes open, too take a look at the world around him. "I promised too stop hitting the bottom of the bottle so hard, though maybe it's for the best that I did. Maybe make her something too eat? Or a gift, maybe both." He ponders, wondering how too make sure their alright until the end.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

(I'll reply in the morning, goodnight.) 
She finished up, putting on a shirt and pants, chest wrapped tightly in bandaging to keep it out of the way. One towel trying in vain to prevent her hair from getting her back wet again, knowing well that it wouldn't work. A look to the side, was that Jamil? How long had she been in the shower, if he was awake already? Softly, trying not to agitate his headache, if he had one, "Hey."

 

[Neshimo]

"Hello. Sorry you had too see me in that state...I guess we both have things we wish not too show each other." Hers is more universal than his, yet still something that they wished to not happen again. He doesn't want too simply look too the side, or ask for her too come over, as that the majority of their feelings have been shown, her showing affection may not be scheduled for today, or even not for a long time.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A shake of her head, no it wasn't his fault. He was a kind man, and seeing her like that... and whatever had prompted him to go down there... it would be best to talk about something else. Such as... "My memories. They're back. All of the ones connected to the Research Center, at least." He deserved an explanation, and she move over to sit on the opposite end of the couch.

 

[Neshimo]

"Well, from what I experienced in there, I got a small glimpse of them. Or at least, from what my body processed, they did...numerous things too you in there. So if you could give me the details not related to that, it'd be appreciated." He brings his legs up, & off the couch letting his own body sit up, then pats his lap. "It seems you may need more of comforting this time doesn't it. Come on, please use me as your wish today, as we may not have much more time together."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A small, sad look. Far less than he expected, she was certain. "I'm just..." Obligingly she scooted over to him, leaning slightly over him. "Not sure there's anything you'd like to know. I learnt the basics of making poison, and antidotes, here. I spent nearly three years here, it was home for a time. We all thought so. Aside from Shingetsu, anyway. It was... for a time, nice in here." For a time she'd had a home with her sisters.

 

[Neshimo]

"I see, so this is where you were, more or less, taught on how too protect their family." He's trying to connect every said sentence through sleep, every camp fire conversation, & every last bit of knowledge he can provide too make it easier for her too explain. All will relate to that room, which is what changed her into what she is today. "Tell me everything that I might need to know, so that we may have at least a good understanding about each other. My childhood was simple, yours is too complicated too tell everything. So lets try to simplify it, for both our sakes."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A pause, she tapped her chin with one finger. How best to go about it? Ah, yes. When in doubt... from the beginning. "We were raised, from a young age, to be good at bow work, knife work, and... using projectiles. We were to be the best assassins in the world. I took to it the easiest, as long as I wasn't attacking anything human-shaped. Shingetsu nearly vomited each time she held a knife, and Mangetsu was... she loved the work. As long as she trusted the person giving the orders. That should be a good image of the three of us."

 

[Neshimo]

"I see. Mangetsu was the natural, Shingetsu, the fearful, and you the moderate. Though if you don't mind me asking..." It'd been eating him for a while, though until now, it wasn't very important too bring up. As long as he had something too call her, it'd be alright, him even thinking of giving her a nickname for fast paced combat. Yet, her language, & her name, at least for him, don't very well match up together. "Might you have a different name Saphire, because it seems more Americanized than your natural heritage."