[ knock knock it's yr brother w the world's most unamused face. ]
Thea.
[ he holds up a hand that is obviously not doing too hot. ]
I appreciate your enthusiasm to help out, but that doesn't mean you get to ditch me and leave half my hand to rot off.
[ konstantin doesn't seem too fazed by the fact that he has to hold his bad hand in his other, two fingers obviously not having a very good time, gray and cold and looking... fairly dead for the most part. ]
I don't mind helping you test shit out, but you need to actually fix me...?
a mildly nauseated expression flits across thea's face as she looks at the particularly grim hand, just as quickly covered up as it appears. she's never had the strongest stomach, despite being surrounded by gross things constantly, but it's hardly polite to look at any part of your brother's body like you might vomit on it.
well. maybe one. anyway. )
Look, sorry, I just- ( she doesn't actually have an excuse though, so that dies quickly and she instead ushers him closer, holding out a hand. it's only a little hesitant, because she's always been beyond comfortable in her healing abilities, but with this latest revelation her hands aren't feeling quite so blessed these days.
to her credit, there's only a twitch at the corners of her mouth when she grabs hold of the...dying hand. ) I don't want to make it worse.
If I lose it, it grows back, but I'm a little short on sea water these days... so you get why I didn't just [ his good hand flutters a bit (nervously), a gesture. the sensation of it bleeds out and his voice adjusts. the nerves still come in waves. ] ... why I didn't just gnaw it off myself.
[ konstantin feels that he doesn't need to explain it more than that. the middle of space doesn't account for the ocean, for his element. it will grow, but it will grow weakly, if at all. poorly. not the same. it aches, uncomfortably, with how the area spreads little by little. he has to admit, while it's not a huge deal and while he isn't absolutely freaking out, he is concerned.
he knows it's not exactly appetizing (it shouldn't be of course), but thea knows him better than... better than anyone.
he can't feel her hand in his, not in the spot where his hand is slowly starting to pitch on the side of rotting and off. it's uncomfortable. ] I don't think you can. [ flatly: ] It's dying. Doesn't get much worse than that.
( at this angle it's so much worse, and she knows that the pit settling into her stomach is less about the grim details of rotting flesh and necrotic tissue and much more about the implication of this thing that she's been given.
ironically enough, she's always been somewhat envious of the boys and their much more destructive toys, always a little jealous when she's seen people in their element in the middle of a fight. everything about thea is geared towards the defensive role, never the offence. she's never been a fighter, even when she's desperately wanted to be. and now she's been gifted this ability, something that could do disgusting damage if used correctly.
and it just scares her, really. )
Well, Jesus, don't chew anything. You might lose a tooth, teeth are hard to fix.
( it's a joke, but it's hardly delivered like one, and finally she just frowns and squeezes his dead fingers. good thing he can't feel it, probably. it's second nature to muster the part of her that fixes, that makes things right, and even with this new thing inside of her that doesn't change. of course it's not as easy - just like there isn't saltwater in space, they don't have moon cycles either - but the familiar feeling of warm life running from her skin into his is enough to make that burrowing pit in her stomach ease up, if only for a second. )
Will you stop whining now? ( and already that sounds much more like her usual self. )
[ konstantin is patient, waits. he can feel, faintly green around the gills, and it settles awkwardly in his own stomach. he's the last person to shy away from gore, for anything, but to have the sickening sense of some kind of corruption leaking into his skin, killing cells bit by by, melting into bone and vein and flesh...
it's kind of gross.
it's difficult for thea too, that much he knows, so he closes his eyes and lets her work her magic, feels the warmth flooding into his good fingers first, then the less than living ones. there's a sigh that passes through him, one that he doesn't mean to let go of, but just happens to exit from him anyways. it feels good, her magic, complimentary, blood from blood, and he bows toward it a bit until sensation is starting to tingle back into his little finger. ]
Yeah, that's... it's better. [ he lifts up his hand a little, looking it over a moment before glancing back at her. ] Didn't think too much of that until I realized it spread to my damn ring finger. [ his brow cocks, but his expression isn't angry, and what comes off of him is hardly what you'd consider rage. amusement. frightful amusement. ] You could use that the rot the nose off someone's face if you wanted to, I bet...
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Thea.
[ he holds up a hand that is obviously not doing too hot. ]
I appreciate your enthusiasm to help out, but that doesn't mean you get to ditch me and leave half my hand to rot off.
[ konstantin doesn't seem too fazed by the fact that he has to hold his bad hand in his other, two fingers obviously not having a very good time, gray and cold and looking... fairly dead for the most part. ]
I don't mind helping you test shit out, but you need to actually fix me...?
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a mildly nauseated expression flits across thea's face as she looks at the particularly grim hand, just as quickly covered up as it appears. she's never had the strongest stomach, despite being surrounded by gross things constantly, but it's hardly polite to look at any part of your brother's body like you might vomit on it.
well. maybe one. anyway. )
Look, sorry, I just- ( she doesn't actually have an excuse though, so that dies quickly and she instead ushers him closer, holding out a hand. it's only a little hesitant, because she's always been beyond comfortable in her healing abilities, but with this latest revelation her hands aren't feeling quite so blessed these days.
to her credit, there's only a twitch at the corners of her mouth when she grabs hold of the...dying hand. ) I don't want to make it worse.
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[ konstantin feels that he doesn't need to explain it more than that. the middle of space doesn't account for the ocean, for his element. it will grow, but it will grow weakly, if at all. poorly. not the same. it aches, uncomfortably, with how the area spreads little by little. he has to admit, while it's not a huge deal and while he isn't absolutely freaking out, he is concerned.
he knows it's not exactly appetizing (it shouldn't be of course), but thea knows him better than... better than anyone.
he can't feel her hand in his, not in the spot where his hand is slowly starting to pitch on the side of rotting and off. it's uncomfortable. ] I don't think you can. [ flatly: ] It's dying. Doesn't get much worse than that.
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ironically enough, she's always been somewhat envious of the boys and their much more destructive toys, always a little jealous when she's seen people in their element in the middle of a fight. everything about thea is geared towards the defensive role, never the offence. she's never been a fighter, even when she's desperately wanted to be. and now she's been gifted this ability, something that could do disgusting damage if used correctly.
and it just scares her, really. )
Well, Jesus, don't chew anything. You might lose a tooth, teeth are hard to fix.
( it's a joke, but it's hardly delivered like one, and finally she just frowns and squeezes his dead fingers. good thing he can't feel it, probably. it's second nature to muster the part of her that fixes, that makes things right, and even with this new thing inside of her that doesn't change. of course it's not as easy - just like there isn't saltwater in space, they don't have moon cycles either - but the familiar feeling of warm life running from her skin into his is enough to make that burrowing pit in her stomach ease up, if only for a second. )
Will you stop whining now? ( and already that sounds much more like her usual self. )
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[ konstantin is patient, waits. he can feel, faintly green around the gills, and it settles awkwardly in his own stomach. he's the last person to shy away from gore, for anything, but to have the sickening sense of some kind of corruption leaking into his skin, killing cells bit by by, melting into bone and vein and flesh...
it's kind of gross.
it's difficult for thea too, that much he knows, so he closes his eyes and lets her work her magic, feels the warmth flooding into his good fingers first, then the less than living ones. there's a sigh that passes through him, one that he doesn't mean to let go of, but just happens to exit from him anyways. it feels good, her magic, complimentary, blood from blood, and he bows toward it a bit until sensation is starting to tingle back into his little finger. ]
Yeah, that's... it's better. [ he lifts up his hand a little, looking it over a moment before glancing back at her. ] Didn't think too much of that until I realized it spread to my damn ring finger. [ his brow cocks, but his expression isn't angry, and what comes off of him is hardly what you'd consider rage. amusement. frightful amusement. ] You could use that the rot the nose off someone's face if you wanted to, I bet...