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[ofthursday]

Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else

[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!

Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]

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[ofthursday]

[He gently puts his arms around her, as even he can tell that she could use some comfort.]

Are you alright?

[Physically, mentally, in general.]

[marrying]

[She lasts about two seconds before sinking into his arms, resting her head against his shoulder as she lets herself finally relax. The past three days catches up with her abruptly and now that she has no more emergencies or nothing else to distract her, she can let the weight of what happen rest soundly on her chest.]

No.

[It's said tiredly.]

[ofthursday]

[He rests his head against hers, and after a brief glance to make sure they're truly alone, he sighs quietly.]

Neither am I.

[He can admit it to her.]

[marrying]

[She wants to hug him tightly and tell him that it's going to be okay, but her arms suddenly feel like lead and the thought of moving now that she's finally relaxed almost seems painful. She's used too much energy in too short period a time -- she wants to cry but even that seems like too much effort.

Instead, she's quiet, to let the tears well in her eyes before she blinks them away, drawing in a deep breath to speak.]

You were very brave.

[ofthursday]

As were you.

[He says it softly, but incredibly sincerely. He's used to fighting and death, but this is new to her, and she had still done so incredibly well.]

I am sorry you had to be involved in this.

[marrying]

You didn't involve me in anything.

[It's quiet as she gently moves her fingers up and down his ribs. She has no more energy left to help the pain, but she can hope.]

And even if you did, it would be worth it.

[ofthursday]

Don't, Daphne.

[He says it softly, not scolding. But he can handle pain and he doesn't want her to push herself too far with her powers and hurt herself. He's quiet for a few moments before speaking again.]

Once we have all recovered, I think it would be wise if you received some hunter training.

[Just very basics; how to shoot, some tactics, a little hand-to-hand. He doesn't want her to be caught offguard again next time something like this happens.]

[marrying]

[She's quiet for a moment or two, her hand stilling against his ribs at his behest. But it's not so much his order as it is the suggestion that causes her to become still.]

I don't know if I could do that.

[It's quiet.]

Shoot something.

[ofthursday]

It would be inanimate targets for the training. You might never have need to shoot something alive, but you should have the choice to do so even if you decide not to.

[He understands her hesitation, and he can't imagine her killing something either. But he doesn't want her to be defenseless, and he also believes that to protect someone else she could and would shoot something.]

[marrying]

[She's silent for a long moment to consider that before her fingers gently curl against his side. And suddenly, her throat is very tight and her vision is blurry before she mumbles:]

I want to go home.

[ofthursday]

[He goes silent completely at that, because he can't echo the sentiment and he can't tell her why. And he knows he'll have to, eventually, and there is no good end to this situation.]

I'm sorry.

[He finally says it again, not knowing what else to say.]

[marrying]

No, it's not your fault.

[She draws in a shaking breath before she reaches up with a hand to wipe at her eyes, trying to get a grip.]

It's... it's everything, and I wish I could hit the pause button so I can breathe. Everything is such a blur and I'm not...

[She curls into his side a little more as she draws up her legs, so that her heels rest against his legs and her knees are almost at her chest, trying to find some measure of calm.]

I don't want to leave this room ever again.

[ofthursday]

You don't need to yet.

[He doesn't feel particularly interested in leaving either, though he has things he needs to do. It would be so nice to just stay in here, quiet and safe, forever.]

You can take the time necessary to recover.

[marrying]

[She's silent as she presses in closer, her throat still tight. He's right, of course. She's not obligated to anyone or anything to do a single thing outside of sleep in this room. But at the same time, she has responsibilities. Even worse, so does he. And the thought of letting him out of her sight creates a tightness in her chest that makes it difficult to breathe.

Distantly, she realizes she probably has some sort of post traumatic stress disorder, and with time, she'll feel better, but that hardly helps now.]

Can you stay here today?

[It's quiet.]

[ofthursday]

[When she moves even closer he just holds her a little tighter, not wanting to let her go. He's quiet at her request, considering it--he's one of if not still the most powerful damage drainers, and he should be at the hospital already assisting the healers as much as possible--but eventually, he nods slightly.

Daphne is more important that anything else at the moment.]

I can.

[marrying]

[There is the tiniest sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing a minuscule amount as a little amount of tension leaves her. Enough so that she manages to sound a little more upbeat, just slightly teasing:]

Will you?

[ofthursday]

Yes.

[He responds, voice just slightly lighter as well, and he loosens his grip slightly.]

However I cannot spend the entire time with you sitting on me.

[The knee he messed up through damage draining is starting to protest.]

[marrying]

[She almost frowns and asks 'why not?', because she's perfectly comfortable -- until she remembers his knee. She then promptly uncurls her legs to sit next to him on the bed, frowning as she gently feels underneath the blanket, to check and see if the knee is swollen. It's only after she's satisfied that she slides underneath the blankets too, to snuggle against him again.]

Do you need another blanket?

[She supposes she should have asked that before she got comfortable, but she can happily go get him another one if he needs it.]

[ofthursday]

[He appreciates her moving as asked, though he winces slightly when she checks out his knee. It's indeed a bit swollen but not seriously; it's twisted or sprained and nothing worse.

He huddles under the blankets and lays down a bit, putting an arm around her once again, but shakes his head.]

I'm fine.

[And he is, in this regard at least; he'd stolen a hoodie of Sam's to wear, and it was big and soft and warm. He really needs some of his own but he hates shopping for clothes.]

You should try to sleep.

[marrying]

So should you.

[She leans forward just enough to touch their noses together with a genuine smile, amused at his suggestion, before she simply settles in to watch him.]

But you won't.

[ofthursday]

My sleeping would be counterproductive to yours.

[He'd just end up waking her up from the dreams.]

[marrying]

[Her smile goes away pretty swiftly, at that, but she leans forward to press her lips against his, a hand moving to his face to gently stroke his cheek with her thumb.]

I wouldn't mind.

[ofthursday]

[He lets her, though he stays pretty still himself and doesn't really return any gestures other than to not move his arm away from around her.]

I know, but I do.

[He doesn't want to be responsible for disrupting her rest. Besides, neither of them would get any that way.

He does, though, have a compromise.]

We can take turns.

[marrying]

[She's still gently stroking his face as he speaks -- and she has the grace to look slightly amused.]

Good idea.

[And she kisses him gently on the forehead.]

You can go first.

[ofthursday]

[Hey.]

You need it more than me.

[He's not sure if that's true or not, but it sounds like a good argument.]