open post: averageness

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally's first clue that it hadn't been a dream was that she'd woken up alone in her room.

Nowadays, she and Gideon have been sharing a room, so that Tally can protect her from ever finding a body alone again--and maybe conspicuously leave out some clothes that fit Gideon but aren't, like, ratty black pants. That day, though, she'd woken in an empty room, gasping from something that felt like a nightmare, but somehow more vivid than real life.

Without even getting dressed, she'd run for the woods to confirm what had happened. Horror had flooded her when she found the knife-mark, exactly where she remembered throwing it yesterday. It was true. She'd been Special. She'd been awful. She'd seen and felt the world with more harsh clarity than she'd ever thought possible. She'd hit Gideon.

Tally had collapsed onto the stump, gripping her own arms to make sure her familiar, average body was still there.

Over the next few days, Tally doesn't sleep well, and people getting swapped out for a second time doesn't help. People might find her wandering the mansion like a zombie, or in one of the kitchens, contemplating getting drunk. She's not as put together as usual, either, but of course on her even bedhead and sweats look beautiful.

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[ninth_cavalier]

"You don't have to ask me twice," says Gideon. Her arms are already under Tally's shoulders and knees, so she just stands up and carries her out of the kitchen toward their shared room.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally makes a little surprised noise and throws her arms back around Gideon's neck for balance.

"You're strong," she says, sounding totally intelligence-missing. Obviously she knows that, it's hard to miss, but it's another thing entirely to actually experience it. It makes Tally feel like a princess in a fairytale again, if a princess still kind of felt guilty about getting turned into a Special and hitting her prince in the face.

[ninth_cavalier]

Gideon wants to laugh, or make some quip--you just noticed?--but something about the way Tally says it, low-voiced and sweet with her soft arms around Gideon's neck, makes her face all hot and all her verbal cues scrambled. She has to concentrate on not tripping over anything as she crosses the room to drop Tally gently to the bed. When she pulls back to look down at her she realizes there's a line of greasepaint smudged along one of Tally's cheeks, and she makes a face. "Gonna, uh, wash this off," she says, gesturing to her face, and backs out to duck into the nearest bathroom.

[tallyyoungblood]

Alone on the bed, Tally touches her own face. Her fingers come away gray with the paint, and she rolls her eyes. She's got to get Gideon to wear it less, or seal it better, even if she's totally used to the look by now. She scrubs at it with the neck of her sweatshirt until she looks presentable, feeling an equal mix of self-consciousness and excitement.

Wait, now she has paint all over her sweatshirt. She is utterly brain-missing. She pulls it off to reveal the tank top underneath, grateful for the cooler air on her arms and neck. She pitches the sweatshirt across the room, not particularly caring where it ends up.

[ninth_cavalier]

Gideon comes back clean-faced, dodging the thrown sweatshirt with an overdramatic flourish as she crosses back to the bed. The skin around her eye is mottled purple and yellow, and the cheek below it slightly swollen. She lets her gaze roam over Tally's shoulders and arms, then back up to her face.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Nice dodge," Tally says, then catches sight of Gideon's face. The color is suddenly alarming without the paint. "Whoa, your eye. It looks totally crim, but--come here." She pats the bed.

[ninth_cavalier]

Gideon comes to sit next to her, raising her eyebrows.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally touches the bruise lightly, watching the way Gideon's eyes automatically flutter shut. It feels warm, but not, like, infected-warm, she doesn't think. "Did you ice it?"

[ninth_cavalier]

Gideon opens one eye. "Did I what?"

[tallyyoungblood]

"Put ice on it to reduce the swelling?" Now it's Tally's turn to raise her eyebrows.

[ninth_cavalier]

"Is that a thing? I thought ice was for drinks." Gideon pulls a little face. "In my defense, that's all I ever see people here use it for."

[tallyyoungblood]

"You thought ice was for... wait, have you done anything to the scratches, then?" Oh, no. Maybe Gideon forgiving her is all an infection-related delusion. "Let me... let me see them."

[ninth_cavalier]

"Why would I do anything for them? They're healing fine." But she pulls her shirt off over her head anyway.

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally feels a blush spreading across her face. Gideon's torso is sturdy and strong, and definitely not ugly, despite its asymmetries and imperfections. She reaches out a hand to touch the wound again. It does look mostly fine, but her lessons in first aid are miraculously still there under her racing heartbeat.

"You need an ointment and a bandage to lower the chances of it getting infected," she says. "Or medspray, but they don't have that here." She just kind of leaves her hand there, not wanting to break contact.

[ninth_cavalier]

Gideon slides a hand into her hair, intent. "Sounds like a lot of stuff that would involve leaving this bed instead of kissing you more." Unnecessary stuff, at that—she's never done anything to a wound that small other than live with it. In her experience, if your guts aren't coming out, a wound basically closes itself up.

[tallyyoungblood]

"Uh, well." Tally really had been intending on getting bandages right away, but she feels her resolve breaking. "Maybe we can do it... afterwards. After I show you what a regular, non-scratched-up side looks like. As an example to work towards." Tally presses her lips together, attempting to look serious and not start laughing at her own joke. She's alight with nerves, each detail of the room growing sharp and clear.

[ninth_cavalier]

Gideon struggles to hide her own smile. "Yeah," she says. "I think I need an example of a healthy body in general." The hand that isn't in Tally's hair slides down the slope of her shoulder. "If you know where to find one."

[tallyyoungblood]

Tally finally has to break into a smile, leaning in closer and using one hand to guide Gideon's hand under the strap of her tank top. She feels grateful to be alive, to be herself, and maybe even to be here, in a room that's starting to feel like somewhere she actually lives.

"Yeah, I think I can give you directions."