#long arm thumb spica

[casted-pup]

Still running tests on the tape, so I decided to a quick LATS between classes... Results of the tests are looking favorable!

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Nice long arm thumb spica cast

[staytheb]

How Are You Feeling?

Pairing: SKZ’s Chan x OC [Kierra] Genre: idol!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 1,270 Summary: Chris stops by to check up on Kierra to see how she's doing since his calls went straight to her voicemail.

the masterlist for Chris x Kierra

Warning: none, really, i think, lol

hihi. so i'm back with another ficcy and ofc it's with Bang Chan again from SKZ, sorry not sorry lol anyways, even though i haven't really been in the mood to write, but luckily to help with my own mental health and getting inspired when i can, Bang Chan honestly really does help me out with that and if it goes well for my own well-being i'm going to use it to heal myself. also the songs that helped with getting this story out was LC9's cover of SPICA's Anger, their own song of East of Eden, as well as Miura Haruma's Night Diver and Fight For Your Heart, and may he R.I.P TvT, and then later listening to Eric Chou's What's Wrong that sealed the deal. listening to sad songs does make me sad, but it also aids me to heal at the same time as well. anyways, that's about it and i hope y'all enjoy this now that i've grown fond of Kierra x Chris, too lol,  but i really hope that Bang Chan and all idols get the love and respect that they deserve and hope that people would just back off tbh and just let them live without having to constantly be up in their business. so happy reading kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Kierra was asleep when she felt someone gently touching her face in a light stroking sort of effect. She opened her left eye first and noticed that it was partially dark out saved for the light coming from a distance before opening the other when she saw that it was her boyfriend who had swept her dark plum colored hair from out of her face.

"Hi." Chris greeted her with a soft voice as he continued to stroke her cheek with his thumb in a comforting manner. "How are you feeling?"

Kierra still lied upon the sofa processing her well-being at the moment. She noticed that the television was off and assumed that Chris must have turned it off when he came in as she had it on earlier before unexpectedly falling asleep afterwards. She rubbed her face to rid of the sleep and tiredness. Kierra also wasn't sure how to respond to her boyfriend, but replied in an honest way with a small smile.

"Melancholy, but okay, I guess. Hi, to you, too."

She sat up from the sofa to make room for Chris as he joined his girlfriend and casually pulled her towards him for a very warm hug. Kierra leaned further into him as she appreciated the comfort with a deep sigh. Kierra wondered how long she's been asleep since watching music videos on the TV after being in one of those moods of hers earlier before Chris showed up. She also wondered if Linna was home since she usually woke her up to eat or talk about their days together.

"What's the time?" Kierra asked, but couldn't see the time due to the lack of light on the wall and her phone was lost for the time being.

"It's a little after midnight."

"Oh, wow, I slept for that long? Wow."

Kierra didn't think she had slept for that long and thought she only took like an hour or two nap. She then eyed her boyfriend.

"Why are you here though? If you keep making this a habit of entering my home whenever you like, then I might have to reconsider telling Linna the pass-code from here on out."

Chris chuckled.

"I'm pretty sure Linna lives here, too, and definitely needs the pass-code to enter her own home. Besides, I tried calling you earlier, but it kept sending me to voicemail. Also, I wouldn't have to physically come over if someone just picked up my calls, but I know you love it when I visit."

"Right, but that makes sense. I guess the battery probably ran out as I haven't charged it since I got back from work and I haven't let the battery run out for a few days, too."

Chris rolled his eyes, but a small smile graced his lips.

"Anyways, Linna ate dinner earlier with us and then hung out with Hyunjin afterwards while venting about her day to him as well. She's now fast asleep in her room, too. Linna also messaged me earlier about your well-being and why I stopped over when I had free time." Chris informed her as Kierra looked up at him.

"She told you all of that, too?"

"Yeah."

Chris looked down at his girlfriend with a soft gaze and placed a gentle kiss on top of her head. Kierra's sheepishly smiled upon receiving the affection, but appreciated the gesture as well as his consideration.

"Thanks for caring for her, too."

"You're welcome and I know you would do the same for the rest of the boys, too."

"Yeah, that's pretty much true."

"Anyways, Linna didn't want to bother you since she knew you were kinda grieving in your own way about one of your favorite Japanese actors passing away several days ago. I think that's why she told me and knew I would comfort you better."

"Ah, yeah that's true. I wanted to not let it phase me and it went well up until a few days ago." Kierra sighed deeply. "So now I'm just letting all of it hit me so I'll be able to move on smoothly while healing at the same time."

She then motioned with her chin towards the TV.

"That's why I was watching music videos of disbanded groups I liked and listening to other songs to help me out."

Kierra then changed the topic not wanting to talk about herself.

"How about you? How are you feeling? Are you doing okay?"

Chris laid his head on top of hers while cuddling her closer.

"I'm doing alright. I'm holding on and living life. I'm quite content and going with the flow."

Kierra couldn't help, but tease her boyfriend as her mood had brightened upon hearing his words.

"Well, I would hope so since STAYs be dropping more pickup lines on you, asking you about period advice, and all that fun stuff you do during your Chan's Room and video calls. Even though despite some not so nice comments saying things without thinking or neglecting the fact about some information concerning you, too."

Chris groaned and Kierra chuckled while pulling herself away only to cup her boyfriend's face and squished them affectionately a moment later.

"Aww, is my Fun-Sized Baby Boy in need of one of those special Honey-Caramel-Vanilla-Chocolate-Sugar-Warm-Fuzzy-and-Cuddly hugs that he always gives me or should I go and make some rice balls because I can't for the life of me bake as good as Felix can, hmm?"

Chris chuckled at the way his girlfriend would cheer him up when she was in this cute and fun mode of hers that she would call it and reached out his arms to wrap them tightly around Kierra and pulled her in for a cuddly hug.

"You really are the best." He muttered against her ear as Kierra laughed while returning the hug.

"I learned from the best, so I think that makes you the best one the most."

"We're best together."

Kierra laughed in response before pulling her head away so she could look at Chris expectantly.

"So now that you're in a good mood, too, did you bring your laptop so I could get the song files finally?"

Chris rolled his eyes with a laughing scoff.

"I feel like you're only dating me for my laptop and songs."

"Well, I mean the laptop is a plus and the music is always a definite bonus, but if I remember correctly that it was you who wanted to pursue the next level of our relationship."

"I'm pretty sure it was a mutual agreement to move onto the next stage."

"Yeah, sure. Let's go with that."

Kierra changed the topic.

"Besides, didn't you tell STAYs that you needed to get a new laptop, anyways? Why not give me your old one and you can buy another one to fill up with even more amazing stuff? Yeah?"

Chris didn't respond as he pulled his girlfriend back into a firm hug as he squeezed her lovingly closer and tighter. Kierra slightly whined knowing how her boyfriend gets when he's like this.

"Hey, don't distract me like you always do. One of these days you're gonna have to give me those files like you said you would."

Chris only laughed softly in response as he comfortably nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck with a dimpled smile. Kierra sighed deeply and just let her boyfriend have his moment. She knew that she wasn't going to get them within their current state, but nevertheless felt safe and secure with her mind and heart at ease knowing that the both of them were content in the moment.

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Perdu et Trouvé

She watched the other woman from her place in the loft, toying with an auburn coil of hair as her old friend ran slender fingers across a page written in braille. How one could learn to read with their hands was something that had always fascinated her; but now, seeing it unfold before her by someone she had never expected to encounter again, it left an odd pit in her stomach.

     Spica’s hand eased to a stop. “Valse,” she called. “Where have you gone?”

     Valse dropped to the ground, feet silent—more silent than they should’ve been in the presence of a sightless friend, she supposed, but more than anything it was an old habit. A habit that’d kept her alive.

     She wondered how the former scholar had survived so long, despite being unable to see the dangers that plagued every corner of Yharnam, and decided she didn’t need to know. Someone she cared for was alive. That was all that mattered.

     “Here,” she said.

     Spica smiled. “My apologies. You’re dreadfully quiet. I wouldn’t like to drive you outside out of boredom.”

     “You could never.” The response came thoughtlessly. Biting her cheek, she said, “I’d almost forgotten the knowledge Willem had collected over the years. It’s astounding.”

     “Quite.” Her fingers skimmed a page. “There’s a troubling lack of braille texts in Yharnam... Taking the time to compile them here was rather thoughtful. I suppose I owe him that courtesy.”

     Valse leaned her elbows on the lacquered railing. Her good eye flicked to the crumpled, mutated corpse of a student. Thin broken limbs protruded from their hunched back. A handful of their swollen, clouded eyes had collapsed.

     “Thoughtfulness. Odd of him.”

     Her icy tone did not escape the other woman. Valse did not turn when she approached, placing her book atop a dusty table before moving to her side. Spica gazed sightlessly forward, through the open doors to their former master’s balcony, beyond which an endless lake stretched, rippling with the argent light of the moon and stars. A brief silence passed between them.

     “I want you to know,” Spica murmured. “I found myself unable to condone the Choir’s actions long before you left.”

     Valse glanced at her.

     “It was always for posterity, was it not?” She threaded her fingers together. “I contributed. Of course I did. I thought it was necessary, once. But to see the things we did to our own children... To the very people we intended to benefit, especially after watching you... You and Emilé. I... could not continue.”

     A knot twisted in Valse’s stomach.

     “I have done things that are unforgiveable.” Spica bit her bottom lip. “I will carry that for as long as I live. I suppose all I can hope for is that I will make a difference in my own way... In a way that does not harm the innocent. What good is knowledge if it does such a thing?”

     Valse’s lips parted in surprise. Conflict swelled within her. The Choir was unjustifiable, yes—she had taken it upon herself to punish them for their actions. To harm children...

     Yet it was I who brought Emilé to them.

     The boy had died, partly twisted into an amorphous being speckled with the cosmos. It was almost regarded as a breakthrough. Almost.

     And I have killed many.

     It wasn’t for posterity. It wasn’t for knowledge. It was vengeance, cold and merciless. Her grip on the railing tightened.

     Am I any better than them?

     She met Spica’s milky stare, which seemed to pierce her very soul. Her clouded irises regarded her intensely, brow furrowed, as if her sight had been restored. She almost shrank beneath the taller woman’s gaze.

     “Valse...” Spica began. “I know you killed Faustus. I’ve always known.”

     Valse attempted to speak, but no words came. A sense of dread settled over her.

     “I am not angry with you.”

     “How?” She shook her head. “Why?”

     “The things he did to you... I knew of them.” Her hand crept along the railing and placed itself atop Valse’s. “I was a victim of them myself.”

     Her words struck her like a fist. She could not respond; though the revelation filled her with a rage she had not felt in years. Her arms trembled.

     “He... favored his young savants.” A bitter smile lifted the corners of Spica’s lips. “No. I know what you did to him. I saw him in his study after you had left. Whatever you did... I trust it was not quick.”

     Valse barely mustered a response. “No.”

     Spica looked away. She shut her eyes and released a soft sigh. “Good.”

     Valse struggled to calm her pulse. Her throat unexpectedly tightened, and tears burned her remaining eye; she refused to let them fall. Her attention went to Spica’s hand, soft and delicate, flawless against her scarred skin.

     The pair moved outdoors, to the balcony Willem had looked upon so fondly. They sat at the edge, and Valse watched the white disc of the moon twist in the waves.

     Her attention rose to Spica’s elegant features. The dim light cast her flaxen hair in a faint glow, and strangely, despite the words they had exchanged, she appeared to be at peace. A sense of calm fell across Valse’s shoulders like a blanket; for the first time in a long while, she allowed herself a moment of respite.

     Again, Spica smiled, and her rosy lips parted briefly before she spoke. “I have a... strange request, if I may,” she said.

     “Of course.”

     She hesitated. Her cheeks took on a pink tinge. “I’m sorry. It’s quite silly. I... am simply curious about you—about what you look like. It has been some time, has it not?”

     Reluctance instantly gripped her, yet she responded, “Yes... quite. What do you wish to know?”

     Spica looked to the stars. “Is your hair still short?”

     “No. It’s gotten very long.”

     Her eyes grew round. “Really?”

     “I always tie it back.”

     Spica’s expession of surprise was almost comical. Valse managed a smile.

     The scholar fidgeted with the edge of her embroidered sleeve. Eventually, she faced Valse once more and tentatively lifted a hand.

     “May I?” she murmured, indicating towards Valse’s face.

     No, her mind screamed. Don’t. She shouldn’t know. Shame burned her cheeks. Her right eye socket, hidden beneath a wave of hair and an eyepatch, ached despite being empty.

     Spica would not judge such a deformity... Would she?

     “Yes,” she answered quietly.

     She guided Spica’s hand to her left cheek. Goosebumps rose on her arms as the woman’s thumb traced the curve of her cheekbone. Her fingers found the edge of her horrific scarring and lingered there for a moment, and trailed to the bridge of her nose, towards the other side of her face. Instinctively, Valse flinched away from her touch. Spica pulled her hand away and frowned.

     “Valse... What happened to you?” she asked, voice thick with concern.

     Valse’s mouth formed a tight line, and her chest tightened. Seconds passed before she finally muttered, “Faustus.”

     The heartbreak on Spica’s face rendered her speechless. When she slowly lifted her fingers to Valse’s marred cheek, she did not duck away. Tears glimmered in Spica’s eyes. Her palm gently cradled the side of her face.

     “Are you all right?” she asked.

     For a while, Valse was uncertain how to respond. She studied the woman’s beautiful features. A crisp wind blew, carrying with it the fresh scent of the sea—and something else. Something familiar. Calming. Nostalgic.

     An image of the Upper Cathedral Ward’s library flickered across her vision. Spica leaned near Valse to point her towards a book she had been searching for, lightly brushing against her shoulder, and gently teased her for not seeing something that was right in front of her. She caught a hint of a sweet aroma.

     Vanilla and sandalwood.

     Valse moved her hand over Spica’s.

     “I will be,” she said.

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