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come_sailaway2022-09-04 01:47 pm
prince_of_beasts) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-04 01:47 pm
[closed] water up to my knees
Who: Dimitri, Darcy
When: early September
Where: Infirmary
What: Darcy finally pins Dimitri down for a talk.
Warnings: The usual for Dimitri (self-loathing, passive suicidality, discussion of violence)
No matter how badly he wants to avoid anyone on the ship, and the ship altogether, Dimitri's injuries still need treatment. The cottage can supply bandages, but when the scratch around his eye begins to grow puffy and feverish, he's forced (with stern insistence from Ossie and Giles) to the shipboard infirmary for some actual medicine.
He slips onto the ship in the small hours, a few doors down from the infirmary. It's dark and empty, as he'd hoped. The hinge creaks faintly — Dimitri freezes, but it's nothing, barely audible except to his thundering nerves. It's fine, he reassures himself. He'll be quick. He'll have plenty of warning if anyone comes down the hall, and he'll be gone before anyone has any cause to notice him.
His pupils flare in the dark, flashing red in the remnant light from the hall, but his night vision is too fuzzy to read labels. After a moment's puzzled frustration he remembers that the lights work by switch (in his defense, it doesn't come up often). After another moment of groping around the wall — unwilling to turn his back on the space, even if it is empty — his hand finds the panel.
The lights flick on.
When: early September
Where: Infirmary
What: Darcy finally pins Dimitri down for a talk.
Warnings: The usual for Dimitri (self-loathing, passive suicidality, discussion of violence)
No matter how badly he wants to avoid anyone on the ship, and the ship altogether, Dimitri's injuries still need treatment. The cottage can supply bandages, but when the scratch around his eye begins to grow puffy and feverish, he's forced (with stern insistence from Ossie and Giles) to the shipboard infirmary for some actual medicine.
He slips onto the ship in the small hours, a few doors down from the infirmary. It's dark and empty, as he'd hoped. The hinge creaks faintly — Dimitri freezes, but it's nothing, barely audible except to his thundering nerves. It's fine, he reassures himself. He'll be quick. He'll have plenty of warning if anyone comes down the hall, and he'll be gone before anyone has any cause to notice him.
His pupils flare in the dark, flashing red in the remnant light from the hall, but his night vision is too fuzzy to read labels. After a moment's puzzled frustration he remembers that the lights work by switch (in his defense, it doesn't come up often). After another moment of groping around the wall — unwilling to turn his back on the space, even if it is empty — his hand finds the panel.
The lights flick on.