[Is this what being drunk feels like? Caitlyn hasn't even opened her eyes yet, but she can tell they hurt. Because everything hurts. There's an itch and a burning and a discomfort that could never be found in her bed. Even if her bed at the apartment still feels strange after all this time, don't tell Jayce.
But this? This is clearly none of those. She's used to strange smells, living with scientific inventor types, but nothing quite like this. It's repugnant and all too fitting with the tacky feel and the burning.
If this could be a dream, more of a nightmare really that would be lovely. But when the scenario persists Caitlyn has to accept that this is actually real. Opening her eyes achieves nothing but does make the burning worse. So she just closes them again with a quiet groan. Fingers reach out carefully, searching and ignoring the way the squelch turns her stomach.
And then... she hears him and it's the first bit of positivity she's felt since coming to. Because that's a familiar voice.]
Sylvain?
[Blindly her hands search, he sounds close. He can't be far.]
What happened? I remember people, a fight? And then...nothing.
[Waking up to him. This. One of those things is significantly more pleasant than the other.]
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But this? This is clearly none of those. She's used to strange smells, living with scientific inventor types, but nothing quite like this. It's repugnant and all too fitting with the tacky feel and the burning.
If this could be a dream, more of a nightmare really that would be lovely. But when the scenario persists Caitlyn has to accept that this is actually real. Opening her eyes achieves nothing but does make the burning worse. So she just closes them again with a quiet groan. Fingers reach out carefully, searching and ignoring the way the squelch turns her stomach.
And then... she hears him and it's the first bit of positivity she's felt since coming to. Because that's a familiar voice.]
Sylvain?
[Blindly her hands search, he sounds close. He can't be far.]
What happened? I remember people, a fight? And then...nothing.
[Waking up to him. This. One of those things is significantly more pleasant than the other.]