high_seas | Serene Serenes (Sept 10-13)

[Zeff is a miracle worker and got the shit out of his fin, and between Nami and Leanne there's been plenty of physical healing to go around, so there's just a few angry red scars left where once there'd been punctures and gashes. Bepo even did a hell of a job on patching up his gills and he breathes underwater just as well as he ever did.]

Had worse days in recent mem'ry. Somethin' got yer tail in a twist?

[She tastes... odd. Kind of the same odd as Korra but not exactly.]

[She... blinked. Not sure how to take that comment. To her it seemed blunt and out there rather fast. Ug, this was a horrible idea. She should say 'nothing' and wander off. But she can't. She should tell him she missed him, but he wouldn't want that huh.]

[Her feet twisted a bit (both still bandaged up) in the sand, her arms wrapped around her middle.]

Nothing. I'm... just glad to see you. [avoiding him until now was dumb, huh. She was glad to see him, that was there, but she was sick and couldn't seem to kick it, and worried, stressed, sad...]

[Namur lets out a long, slow breath, and plops himself down with his legs crossed.]

C'mere, dumbass.

[He pulls her in to sit with him, wrapping his arms around her middle and propping his chin on the top of her head. Maybe she'll find it scary but chemicals ~~usually~~ don't lie, and she's always liked it in the past.]

Glad t' see y' too.

[Being called dumbass is actually a lot of help. Even made her smile, a bit.]

[She plopped down with him and leaned there, resting on him a bit as he wrapped an arm around her. She's got a bit of a fever, but it's nothing unheard of with her. She tends to get sick pretty bad once a year or so.]

[leaning heavy she closed her eyes, sighing again, relief waving off her]

I'm sorry.

Ain't gotta 'pologize, sweetheart. Shit ain't what I thought. Get used t' it 'ventually.

[He's still not exactly sure what it is he's done that frightens her, if being a fishman isn't it, but...

Well. She doesn't need to apologize for finding him scary sometimes.]

Jus' wish y'd said somethin' sooner, 's all.

Edited 2014-09-17 05:36 (UTC)

[she made a small grunt sound and moved to wrap her arms around as much of him as she could, because she needed to give him more hugs.]

Didn't seem like something I needed to tell you. Kind of... um, just my problem. One I thought most of you already... knew about... me.

[Seriously, she had to learn to explain herself better.]

[See, this is why she's so confusing. Needing more of him but not everything. Tasting like bliss and saying she's scared.]

Thought y' was hot for me but jus' couldn't make yer brain okay with goin' all the way with a fishman. Happens with humans. If it ain't that then...

[He huffs.]

Hell I still can't figure out what y' mean by that. Had a shitload a time t' think on it, too, when I wasn't gettin' my mind flayed. Point is, if that's how y' feel, then it's how y' feel. Ain't got no right t' make y' feel uncool with yer own fam'ly.

[she let out a low growl and whine at all that. She had to stop, to think on how to say this right. Marco had got it in one, and that was MARCO. Why can't she explain it to this one as easy?]

You really think I'm scared of you? Like, honestly? [she peeked up at him, frowning. A hand came up to pet softly, a stroke, the 8 on his jawline] It's not you that scares me, Namur. You personally haven't, ever, and I doubt will. Except for when you go off and get kidnapped and hurt. Then you scared me.

[Because Marco has shipping goggles and Namur just works the law of probability to his favor.]

[He is trying very hard to not fall into old habits, like letting that soft stroke send shivers through his body. Namur swallows.]

When I'm better y' got full rights t' beat the shit outta me. As for the rest...

Didn't used t' think so, 'til y' said so. So I dunno. Either way I was 'parently makin' shit up in my head.

[there is another little growl of frustration, a small sound. She turned to lean her back into him, her legs out ahead of her, staring at the wrapped legs that got stabbed. Sitting her felt good at least. He was good for leaning on too]

Namur, I think I got words twisted or something. I didn't mean you scare me. I mean being with you scar--oh hell! Get yer damn words right, Haruta. [she said as she leaned forward, both hands coming to her face to hide it, her elbows on her knees. She mumbled]

I don't know how to say it so it doesn't come out wrong. I aint scared of you at all. You're my best Namur. No way in hell you personally scare me.

Edited 2014-09-17 06:48 (UTC)

[Well now he's seriously confused.]

Somethin' t' do with me does, though.

[It's a question in its own right. He's not great at putting pieces together but he is trying. Meanwhile, he runs his hands up her back and to her shoulders, feeling the tension there and trying to relieve it with firm pressure.]

[She stays folded in half, hands over her face a moment longer, elbows on her knees and trying to get her head about her. It's feverish as it is, but she's still trying to keep it in order.]

I'm not... scared of you. I'm not scared of your handsome face or your awesome fishman badassery. I'm... [brain off track again. She sighed, head falling between her shoulders as his webbed hand ran up and down her back and shoulders. The pressure felt good. She kind of sounded down for a moment. A small cat like purr and she just shut down, letting him help.]

[Then she picked her head up again as if her thought train came back.]

It's not you. It's me and hurting people. And I don't want to hurt you. And I totally did, didn't I? Shit, Namur... you get my head all twisted up on feelings and that scares me. Aint nothing you do other then being awesome. Isn't a bad thing. I don't think. But you get me all muddled and I can't think right, and then I start... feeling. See? That's the part that scares me, okay? You make me feel...

[Oh. Oh. He thinks he gets it now. Namur smiles and puts his arms around her middle again as he leans forward to nudge his blushing nose against Haruta's ear.]

Yer makin' shit more complicated than it needs t' be. Up here.

[He reaches up to tap her forehead, the fever noted again with a slight frown.]

Stop thinkin' 'bout shit an' do what feels good here.

[He lets his knuckles drag over her cheeks and neck, then he taps just below her collarbone to indicate her heart.]

Get it?

[She leaned back into him a bit, less folded over, as he puts his arms around her middle and leaned in too. Feeling his nose and words at her ear she closed her eyes, trying to relax. Feeling the touch to her forehead, wanting to press her forehead into his hand because that felt nice...]

[but so did the touch down her cheek and neck. The tap to her heart. Both hands came up to engulf his hand in hers, holding his hand to her heart. The beat was a little too fast, but steady.]

I get it. I think I do. My brain just... runs away with my heart and does dumb things. [still holding onto his hands she kept her eyes closed, leaning into him and trying to make her heart slow down, which it was, a bit, but she was flushed, either from blush or fever or both.]

I'm sorry, Namur. I said some stupid shit to you.

Ain't holdin' it 'gainst y'. Hell, only thing I wanna hold 'gainst y' is me, so.

[Namur nuzzles in at her neck, being careful about his outer teeth. But it gives him a direct electrochemical taste right near her gland and... Shit. She really is ill. It's not even fair.]

This's worse'n yer normal bout a sick, ain't it? Ain't normal. What happened?

[she gave a faint chuckle at his comment.] Hnng, don’t be cute.... [she said amused, leaning back into him and closing her eyes. It’s not fair to feel this bad when she can make things up with him.]

Got hit with something while fightin’. Chandra keeps doing some white magic stuff, but I only feel better for so long after...

[His brow furrows as he tries to remember the major players in the group. There were several who could have conceivably landed a hit on Haruta, but to leave her sick like this?]

Who done it, Sweetheart?

[she gave a shrug, just wanting to lean into him and snuggle down for a while. She was that tired, but so glad to get to talk to Namur. She made a small murr sound as she leaned into him, eyes closed a moment.]

Some girl. Poison. Spiders and things. Chandra and Ikki took care of her, I think...

[For once, it isn't revenge he's looking for, but a cure.]

So y' need somethin' t' take care a the poison, not jus' the damage it's doin' y'.

[He's still pretty damn tired himself. The ship isn't far... Namur picks her up as he stands, and sets her on his shoulders. He winces as her weight bears down on his fin, but it's not as bad as it could be. He can handle it just long enough to get her back on the ship.]

C'mon, let's go get some rest.

Chandra should be able to take care of it though...

[Magic and all. She also had all the faith in Chandra that she could have.]

[He picked her up, making her almost squeak as he sat her on his shoulders. She leaned on him a bit and frowned, looking down.]

I can walk ya big numbskull. Don't hurt yourself more. [she said, uncomfortably hugging his head, worried forever about her brotha] I made it out here this far, I should be helpin' you back...

Y' were half asleep not three seconds ago! Shit, Haruta. Jus' lemme take y' back out t' the ship an' curl up with y' in a damn hammock.

[WOMEN.]

[She kind of shrank back at that, turning her face in to nuzzle into his hair as she said softly] O-okay...

[her face flushed but now from blush, and he'd pick up that the idea made her happy.]

[It makes him blush a little, even though he's sighing heavily. Seriously.

Namur does take the opportunity to put his hands high up on her thighs though. For stability, of course. The part where he caresses his thumbs over them as he makes his way back to the ship is totally just natural shifting and jostling as he moves, yup. It has nothing at all to do with him thinking she has perfect legs and taking advantage of the situation to appreciate their perfectness while he can. Okay, maybe a little. But he's not going to make something of it while she's still obviously sick. Namur gets her back onto the ship and into her hammock in good time, but it takes a lot out of him, and he nearly collapses into the hammock himself. He chuckles as he settles in next to her, nudging her nose gently.]

Hell of a pair we make, eh? Sheheheh!

[She noticed that, Namur. Not that she minded at all. It's not fair that she's sick. That he's hurt. None of it is fair, and her head is still twisted up. But better.]

[She just leaned into him and let him do as he wanted. She liked it anyhow. As he puts her in her hammock she moves with perfect balance still so he can get in too, so she can curl up on him, nose nuzzling him back for a moment before pressing her warm face into his neck and closing her eyes.]

Just gonna take a few days. We'll both be top of our game. Then you're on. Idiot.

Dumbass.

[Namur wraps a long arm around her, then reaches for a blanket to haphazardly toss over them both. He rubs his chin against the top of her head, then settles in and falls fast asleep.]

Serene Serenes (Sept 10-13)

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