#brain looks SO not nommable

[mossmx]

ma puo' la prof non paragonare il SNC al cibo per 10 minuti???

e le sfogliatelle e il cervelletto e l'encefalo e un budino molle EEEE XD

[kalira]

Drabbles from Rehab, 4

They're still fucking up here but they also will be deciding (ish) my discharge date tomorrow - and it may be tomorrow! (Eee!)

Feeling a little worse today, but then better as they finally listened to my doctor (who does not work here) and upped my medication as he ordered yesterday.

And my best friend visited again today (she's not been feeling well, so skipped a few days now I've been more stable) and they had a 'grand opening' at my rehab facility tonight (their second ... and they opened in March) which had nibbles and cheesecake - we totally raided nommables there, which was fun and delicious.

Captain Harlock (Harlock/Yama)

"Get down!" Kei's voice rang out loud, only just ahead of the whine and bang of one of the rogue coalition faction's lesser guns.

The beam struck true, and Yama's mouth opened in a soundless scream as he jerked, then stumbled. He returned fire, and twisted away, taking cover behind a half-blasted enemy combatant, then hit the deck, hard.

"Yama!" Harlock's strong voice cracked, and Kei flinched back at the sound. Harlock dropped to one knee by his successor - his lover - one hand stretching out over his bleeding chest, the other working under his shoulders and pulling him up, gentle but quick. Desperate. "Yama. . ." Harlock spoke softly, fingers caressing Yama's still, crumpled face.

Her eyes widened. Deep violet smoke spiralled from Yama's chest as Harlock's hand moved back down his body. It grew and billowed, thicker now than the blood pumping out of the raw wound. "Captain. . ." Kei said softly, shocked. While the Arcadia had, once, brought them all back, she had not imagined Harlock coukd do this.

Harlock lifted his head, then made a pained, wretched noise that made Kei feel ill. He said something, this time too quiet to make out, and lowered his hand through the dark matter smoke. It twined around his fingers and billowed a little thicker, and then Harlock pressed his hand to Yama's chest, slender palm covering to bloody wound. "Tochiro. . ."

Yama groaned, stirring slightly. "Yama!" Harlock said almost sharply, ducking even closer to him. "My flower. . ."

Yama's face crumpled even more as he shifted, breath catching, and Kei winced, watching.

"'Lock. . ." Yama reached up with a clumsy, weak hand, then finally opened his eyes.

"Do not get shot!" Harlock snapped harshly, fingers curling over Yama's shoulder.

Yama was still for a moment, then jerked. "I got shot?" he asked, weak and wondering.

Harlock bowed close and kissed his brow. "You did." He moved his hand away, blood smearing his glove. The dark matter, however, was gone.

Yama shifted, with a wince, and looked diwn at his wounded chest. ". . .how did I. . ."

"Dark Matter." Harlock said, voice thin. "It seems you succeed me in more ways than we knew, my flower." he said softly. "Still," he added, careful, as he carefully helped Yama to sit, "I would we not trust to that; you should move more quickly."

If it weren't for the look wrecking his scarred, shadowed face the Captain would likely have sounded harsh. Yama reached up, with a wince, and brushed his cheek.

"We cannot all be you, darling." Yama said with a quirk of his lips. "But I do my best. Dark Matter?" he added after a brief pause.

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I was uncertain what to work on and @mad-madam-m yelled HARLOCK so . . . here we are. ;P This one definitely asks for more story, though. . . (Partly inspired by this post.)

My brain is definitely ready to resume story-writing more like my usual!