#warcost ; atticus

[fiirecracker]

oh, he's one of those medics.

she respects it, really. julia is not the type to sit around and look after people, as much as she may want to. as much as she cares. there is always something must be doing; always something that needs defending, or protecting. she was not made to heal, though she greatly respects those who can. who do.

"no, no! no need for regrets. you were here, und that is what matters!" pushing herself into a seated position, julia offers the other solar risen a smile. light pulses beneath her skin, shimmering. "a lot of people are not here, so you are doing far better than them."

she tucks her elbows onto her knees. her eyes squint with warmth, "i am good! you have done me a big favor, und i appreciate it! i'm julia, by the way. jules, if you're feelin' particularly friendly."

atticus nods in response as soon as she regains full awareness. others would perhaps laugh it off, but atticus is not others. he remains deadpan.

" no thanks are necessary, i was only doing what any in my position would. " which is partially true. he knows how many are out there who would simply ignore another guardian's plight. he's been on the receiving end more times than he would care.

but there are those like him as well — willing to help any way they can.

" i would imagine it hurt. my only regret is not being here sooner otherwise you would have gotten assistance instead of shot. " just because they're immortal that doesn't mean pain is less real. if not mitigated it can certainly lead to clouded judgments and mistakes.

" do you require any more aid? "

[fiirecracker]

she does not think about the wounds so much as feel them. the blood loss, the warmth pooling across starmarked skin. orange eyes turn to atticus. the corners of her mouth tug into a slight smile. she is not afraid; her ghost is still here. and that means she can fight even longer still.

"she is very good at that," says the titan, lifting a hand to rest on atticus' arm. her brow furrows in concern. when did blood get on her hand? "she is my little light. and she is—"

slurring words break off in a gasp as torn flesh stitches itself back together. the warmth of the light, the warmth of the sun itself intermingling across her skin, draws her back like nothing can. julia pulls her hand from his robe. she has the wherewithal to at least look sheepish.

"—danke. that, uh. that fuckin' hurt."

@fiirecracker (julia) asked:

i don't think the world is full of criminals and full of murderers. it's full of nice people. // for atticus!

MISC. SENTENCES

atticus gives the titan a curious look. ah. must be one of those. he gives her a very serious look as he draws upon solar light, healing warmth emanates from his hands as they hover over wounded and bloodied skin.

" please try not to talk too much. you have suffered a great deal of blood loss. though i am grateful you consider me nice people. " radiant light sinks in, boosting the already-present restorative powers the light provides the titan.

titans. always so willing to sacrifice themselves before anyone else.

" you are lucky i was here when i was here, otherwise your ghost would've needed to pull you back. "