[ Yato dreams of fire and anguished voices. His hands curled around scorching metal, flames eating at his clothes and then his skin. A river mirrored with a hundred fireflies, luminous and beautiful in the moonlight. A simple game, a dreadful mistake. Agony lances through him from within, and wolves rumble nearby, watching.
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]
All it takes is the slight shift of a hand for her head to pop up, the most animated that she's been in weeks. The movement is so sudden that it almost makes her dizzy, but luckily it's not far for her to rise from where she's seated to where Yato is at the bed, so even if she falls she doesn't have far to go. But she's immediately opening her arms to hug him and latch on for dear - well, life.]
Yato....!
Awake - you woke up!
[She's been waiting for something that she wasn't sure would actually happen.
[ Automatically, he hugs her back as well as he can -- with one arm, mostly. At the same time, he takes in the rest of the room with its wooden fabric chairs and health-minded posters and recognizes it as a hospital room. He almost can't believe he survived his injuries...
He won't disturb Anya from the hug, which it feels like she sorely needs, but his mind is elsewhere as he tries to wade through what happened while he was unconscious. ]
How long was I asleep? And your uncle...?
[ Was Chuuya somehow able to survive just as Yato has? ]
She's trying to process his questions even as she sort of just curls up completely against him, wanting to remind herself that he's really awake and make sure that this isn't some kind of twisted dream.]
[ That's a relief, if a startling one. He'll have to find Chuuya as soon as possible. Not that he doesn't believe Anya's assessment; he was just so sure that that was the end for the both of them...
Until then... He looks down at the top of Anya's head. ]
A whole week... Don't tell me you've been hanging out here the entire time.
[ Granted, she probably wasn't going to be out and about very much with a busted leg. She should be resting properly in her own bed, though. But -- now that he thinks about it, this place is somehow a little too familiar... ]
[Well... Yes. She has been. Yato will notice that her leg's been healed, but thanks to some supernatural help. She's just going to go ahead and continue to cling onto him even as she tries to figure out a better explanation than the one that she's given him.]
Mm, yes... I asked to keep it.
[and her mom had to pull some strings etc etc]
Occhan... They said he was gone but - he came to visit. To see you. So...
[Proper hugs are perfect, thanks. She'll just go to join him on the bed immediately and curl up against him because that's what Anyas do when their Yatos wake up from comas.]
Ah... Магия...? My friend knows magic to help now.
But... that only worked on Anya. I did not know anyone to help Yato. I am sorry.
[ He lifts his collar and peeks down his shirt. Nope, definitely no injury down there. Not even a scar. ]
If it wasn't someone else, then I guess I just healed myself. Maybe Mafuyu was right and I'm immortal. But I know for a fact that gods can die, so how...
[ just talking to himself now tbh
... except ]
Did you say your friend has healing magic? For real??
[what.... how does yato even exist. anya blinks at him a few times and decides that she's not sure how to respond to that so?? she'll nod at his question]
Да... It is one of his powers from Retrospec, I think.
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10/27, take yo time
Yato's eyes crack open, and he's staring up at the ceiling of a sterile room. He's tucked into a bed. It's still and quiet. His memories are a jumble, but when he reaches back, he remembers the face of a friend, streaked with blood and twisted with insanity.
Chuuya. Dead by Yato's hand.
A fresh wave of weariness courses through him. He turns his head enough to see someone next to this bed. He knows who it is before he really sees her; the faint glimpse of silver is a dead giveaway. His hand reaches out from under his blanket to find her. ]
Anya...
[ How long has he been out? How long has she been waiting here? ]
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All it takes is the slight shift of a hand for her head to pop up, the most animated that she's been in weeks. The movement is so sudden that it almost makes her dizzy, but luckily it's not far for her to rise from where she's seated to where Yato is at the bed, so even if she falls she doesn't have far to go. But she's immediately opening her arms to hug him and latch on for dear - well, life.]
Yato....!
Awake - you woke up!
[She's been waiting for something that she wasn't sure would actually happen.
It's okay, she thinks, it was worth it.]
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He won't disturb Anya from the hug, which it feels like she sorely needs, but his mind is elsewhere as he tries to wade through what happened while he was unconscious. ]
How long was I asleep? And your uncle...?
[ Was Chuuya somehow able to survive just as Yato has? ]
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She's trying to process his questions even as she sort of just curls up completely against him, wanting to remind herself that he's really awake and make sure that this isn't some kind of twisted dream.]
Mm? How...? Ah... Week? And... Occhan - Occhan is okay now.
[Which confuses her too but.
Listen she's just feeling a little overwhelmed right now.]
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[ That's a relief, if a startling one. He'll have to find Chuuya as soon as possible. Not that he doesn't believe Anya's assessment; he was just so sure that that was the end for the both of them...
Until then... He looks down at the top of Anya's head. ]
A whole week... Don't tell me you've been hanging out here the entire time.
[ Granted, she probably wasn't going to be out and about very much with a busted leg. She should be resting properly in her own bed, though. But -- now that he thinks about it, this place is somehow a little too familiar... ]
Anya, is this your room?
[ Her hospital room, anyway. ]
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Mm, yes... I asked to keep it.
[and her mom had to pull some strings etc etc]
Occhan... They said he was gone but - he came to visit. To see you. So...
[he must be okay???]
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[ That's... puzzling... But okay?? He can't complain. It's a weight off his shoulders.
He attempts to sit up properly so that he can also give her a proper hug. ]
Sorry to make you worry. Turns out your uncle is tougher than I thought.
[ As he shifts, he notices the missing cast on her leg. ]
Your leg's already better?
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Ah... Магия...? My friend knows magic to help now.
But... that only worked on Anya. I did not know anyone to help Yato. I am sorry.
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[ He lifts his collar and peeks down his shirt. Nope, definitely no injury down there. Not even a scar. ]
If it wasn't someone else, then I guess I just healed myself. Maybe Mafuyu was right and I'm immortal. But I know for a fact that gods can die, so how...
[ just talking to himself now tbh
... except ]
Did you say your friend has healing magic? For real??
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[what.... how does yato even exist. anya blinks at him a few times and decides that she's not sure how to respond to that so?? she'll nod at his question]
Да... It is one of his powers from Retrospec, I think.
Is this one of Yato's...?
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[ Now he really can take bullets as a distraction so that Mafuyu can assault people!! It makes sense in context, maybe. ]
In my other life, I think I lived a pretty long time. Makes sense if killing me doesn't kill me!