#(wuwa is still squishing mun)

[yvonnesrespite]

It’s funny how Grey has always seen Yvonne as the more headstrong one. The confident one. The woman who takes nothing from anyone, and squashes those who buzz too loudly by her ear like blood and reputation sucking mosquitos. Yvonne was like superwoman in a glittery magenta cape. Time and time again he’s seen her put people in their place like it’s nothing. Whether it be through blunt and sharpened words, or on the one recent occasion, a bitch slap. Hey, someone had to do it. Some people just don’t clam it when they’re supposed to. Let Yvonne be human.

That’s what Grey is doing. That’s what he’s always done. He had that easygoing air to him. Yvonne wasn’t sure why, but she could relax around him. She didn’t feel the need to go above and beyond and be all shiny and perfect with him. Instead of jokingly gloating about being the magnum opus of the force of creation responsible for humanity, she would say perfection is overrated. Only with him though. Initially that’s why she had a rough time warming up to him. She saw that yeah, maybe he had that yeehaw ass energy with the looks of some egotistical playboy prince, but now she realizes that Grey is just…a guy. A human. A person she can count on to have her back, listen to her when she needs to be heard, and be at her side when she feels like she’s crumbling apart bit by bit. Like right now.

Sometimes, it’s not liquid gold that she needs to put herself back together. Sometimes it’s just glue and gentle hands. Grey slides her the glue and sometimes guides her hands, even when she complains that she’s not perfectly manicured; in other words, when she worries she isn’t ready, or is scared.

Surprise surprise, Yvonne can feel scared too. She’s not the tough, stainless steel blade everyone assumes she is. Those are her words, not her. Yvonne is the person wielding those words. She’s the human putting on that armour and wearing it to keep herself and others safe. She’s incredible to others not because she’s invincible, but because she’s the person stepping forwards to speak up.

Just like any other human, she gets tired. She gets hurt. She is hurt. Right now, it’s clear she’s worn down and bruised from what was going around about her. It seems silly until someone might realize that even the strongest souls have their limits. It isn’t always the loud bang of a boulder clashing into a wall, or the sting of a dagger to the back that brings someone like her to their knees. Even the most sturdy armour usually has weak points and gaps. The words and rumours spread about Yvonne clearly slipped through her armour and got to her.

Grey might see her as a foundation and anchor, but Yvonne sees him as that as well. He keeps her grounded. He brings her back to reality. His hold on her, the way his face is buried in her hair, his sincere words of trust in her, it also gets through her armour. The difference is that he’s the ointment and cool breeze she desperately needed right now. In a voice exhausted and raspy from crying, she whispers a simple question in one word;

“Promise?”

If I act like I don’t care; It’s ‘cause I care too much

Closed RP with @drgreysonmd

Akso’s cafeteria was a bit of a lively place some days. Chatters of the patients, loved ones, nurses, and other staff fill the air. Of course there’s the scent of all the delicious food being cooked and served as well. People are sharing their time together, laughing, questioning, answering, you know; socializing. If there’s a social ecosystem amongst the Akso staff, then it’s easy to assume who would be near the top of the food chain.

One of these possible candidates is sitting at a table near the back. She brings the coffee cup to her perfectly glossy pink lips. Perfect like the way she sits. She doesn’t even have to say she’s at the top because it’s all in how she holds herself. Even casually. Even unknowingly. It must be nice to exude such confidence and power. Especially when the social climate amongst nurses is known to be quite cutthroat.

Is it that nice? Are they that nice?

In the middle of taking the sip the young nurse pauses. Familiar voices catch her ear and usually she doesn’t pay much attention. She’s learned to tune out the chatter to focus on performing her job to the best of her abilities. After all, that’s why she works here. She wants to help others. She-

“...is such a try-hard. I heard she gets special treatment from Dr. Zayne,” says one of the voices nearby. This shouldn’t be much of a concern to the subject of focus here though, which is this particular nurse sitting at the table with her tea. She’s just minding her own business. Unless her name is called, then it certainly shouldn’t be of any concern t-

“Oh totally! The other day, I saw Yvonne come out of Dr. Zayne’s office looking totally wrecked. Messy hair, dazed, like, she HAS to be hooking up with him. That’s the only way she’s so well known.”

“How many do you think she’s-”

The screeching of the metal chair on the tile floor halts the conversation of the young women nearby, who happen to be interns. Usually Yvonne could handle the jabs and jests of her co-workers, and even put the catty interns in their place with some memorable reality checks. She was Yvonne of Akso, after all. She was tough. She was untouchable. Trying to land a hit on her would be like punching a steel chestplate. It won’t work.

Yet there’s no retort. No comeback. Not even a glance. These interns haven’t had a taste of Yvonne’s pettiness. They don’t even get the chance either. She’s already walking out of the cafeteria and down some random hall.  The coffee cup that both of her hands were wrapped around is now sitting on the table. Abandoned like the conversation that the interns were having nearby. Not completely, actually.

“Do you, uhm, think she heard us?”