Hey! Saw your post and wanted to help! Can we please get some more Alfonse back on this blog? Maybe the summoner gets hurt and hides a wound from him?
I hope everything goes well for you! I can't even imagine going through all those things you mentioned at the same time.
(Some long overdue Alfonse fluff!!!!!!)
Alfonse isn’t anywhere near as observant as you; hence why you call the orders, and Alfonse swings his blade wherever you direct it.
But that didn’t mean he was oblivious. He spotted you flinch when Anna clapped a hand on your back after battle, that day. And at dinner, you seemed rather on edge whenever you had to sit down, or stand up.
Your movements were suddenly stiff, and you were more withdrawn. He attempted to ask if you were well, but you dismissed it as being tired.
He was no fool, either. And it sent a little twinge in his heart to think you could get out of his concern so easily.
“Kiran, a moment?”
He caught you before you were able to escape the mess hall, touching his hand to yours. You startled some, glancing up at him before quickly looking back away.
“Is it important, Alfonse? I’d really like to get some sleep.”
“We can talk as we go.” He offered, nudging you along. He deliberately slowed his gait to match yours. It was at least two paces slower than usual.
He lulled you into a false sense of security by discussing some war-related topic, though you were clearly distracted from it.
There was visible relief on your face when you stopped at your tent, still avoiding the prince’s gaze.
“Well, this is me.” You managed a small smile, “Thanks for bringing me back. Is that all?”
“Actually…” Alfonse trailed off, watching the color drain from your face. “Let’s head inside.”
His suggestion was an order. You quietly tracked into your tent, and he made sure to latch it shut behind him before the prince looked back at you.
You were officially trapped.
“You’re not tired at all, are you?”
“I-I am!”
“But not just because of the busy day.” He frowned, “You’re injured, aren’t you?”
Your lips drew into a thin line. Admission by silence, he decided.
“Let me see.”
“It’s…it’s not that bad. I just didn’t want to worry anyone with it.”
“I’m afraid it didn’t work very well- you have no idea how anxiety-inducing it is, watching you act completely out of the ordinary.” Alfonse responded, helping you gently slip the coat from your shoulders.
As he came around behind you, his suspicions were totally confirmed; there was a mess of poorly applied bandages around your shoulder and upper arm.
Worse yet, it had all been bled through and in desperate need of cleaning and replacement.
“Kiran!!”
“W-what?”
“What do you mean, ‘What’? This is bad!” He exclaimed despite himself, quickly setting the coat aside and ordering you to sit on your cot. “Where are your medical supplies?”
“My first aid is over in that trunk,” You nodded your head in the direction of the bin.
He wasted no time in retrieving it, finding the bandages you’d pulled from in a jumbled mess at the top.
“You couldn’t even wrap it back up properly- gods, Kiran, what were you thinking? This is dangerous!”
“I-it’s really not that bad! I knew it’d need some fixing up later, but the healers were already so busy. I didn’t think a cut would be worth using a stave for when others were worse off.”
“You could’ve bled out. Look at this; it’s not even fastened right. No wonder you’ve been so awkward all day. You must be in a lot of pain.”
“Well, it’s not comfortable…”
Alfonse shook his head, focusing his efforts on untangling the bandages so he could re-dress your wound.
The prince cut away the soiled fabric, getting a proper look at the nasty thing; that cut was less than forgiving. It looked like the work of a long blade, but was thankfully shallow enough that it hadn’t cut to bone.
“You’re lucky; it doesn’t look like it hit anything too serious.” Alfonse murmured, fishing out a small towel from the med kit and dabbing at the blood around the wound.
You tensed some, clearly not enjoying the feeling of it. He couldn’t blame you. It was a nasty injury, even if it wasn’t the worst one you’d ever gotten.
He was methodical and efficient in his work, taking great care not to hurt you any more than you were already. A healing salve was gingerly coated over the cut, and was tightly wrapped and fastened not long after.
“There,” Alfonse touched your other shoulder, “All done.”
“Thank you, Alfonse…”
“We’ll still need Sharena to look at it in the morning.” He said as he put the supplies back away, “But I think you’ll be in the clear for now.”
“I’m sorry for worrying you.” You said quietly, “I just didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”
“Hey, you’re our one and only Kiran; if you’re hurt, we’re gonna worry regardless. Especially me,” He added with a small smile, returning to your side. “You should lie down on your stomach when you sleep tonight. Easier on your injury.”
“...Can you stay with me?”
He paused when he heard the quiet request, and found your ears tinged red when you looked away. Heat flushed his cheeks.
“U-uh…are you sure? I mean, I can, I just don’t know what the others would say if they found out.”
“They haven’t figure it out yet,” You proffered, peeking up at him bashfully. “At least until I fall asleep?”
He smiled softly; how could he ever say no to you?
“All right. At least until you’re asleep.” He agreed, taking off his chest plate and gloves, lowering himself down so that he was lying down beside you.
He gazed at you quietly, the two of you suddenly much more shy now that you were face to face.
"…Thank you, Al...I’m really glad you took care of me.”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s my job to make sure you’re okay. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt and I didn't help.” He murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
You beamed, his touch a pleasant sensation that warmed you from head to toe.
“I’ll be more careful from now on. Sorry I didn’t say something sooner.”
“It’s okay. Next time, just come to me i you get hurt before you try and take it on alone. I’ll always be there to help you out.”
“And then comfort me after you nurse me?” You giggled, earning a handsome flush to his reddening cheeks. "W-well, I mean…if that’s what you need, I’ll do it in a heartbeat.”
It would delight you to no end, knowing that he was so very sweet for you, and willing to do anything to make you happy.
Or, at least, make sure you didn’t accidentally mess yourself up worse in an attempt to handle your problems on your own.
Why bother, when you had such a handsome blueberry ready to move mountains just for you?
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thoughts on The Last Of Us episode seven, largely in the order I had them:
[thoughts on: 1.1 | 1.2 | 1.3 | 1.4 | 1.5 | 1.6 | X | 1.8 | 1.9]
— it took me a while to realise that the shapes at the end of the credits are ellie and joel. it's grim - two figures, alone, growing out of this infested world.
— she can't be actually about to leave joel?? splitting them up at this point isn't allowed, what the shit
(unless she can get there and back quickly enough to bring him medical attention in which yes please)
— first glimpse of the military school!! it's a little odd to realise she had more access to music than joel did. I can't quite remember ellie's first mention of her friend, either - it might've been the first episode?
— did not expect a dressing down in a military school to begin with "what's going on?", gently spoken
— captain kwong I actually really like you. he's an inherently manipulative bastard and I don't trust him but this is another adult talking to ellie honestly and giving her options rather than just making decisions for her, and it's nice to see, in a messed up way.
— and ellie's also not scared of him - or she doesn't look scared. she did tell sam that thing about being scared all the time and I don't think that was a joke. not cowed by him, then. and okay, maybe it's on purpose, maybe he's deliberately avoiding crushing her spirit because they don't just need grunts, they need officers too - but he's still not crushing her spirit entirely, and it's a relief.
— …he really believes they're what's holding civilisation together, too. he's genuinely scared and doing what he can to try to keep things going.
(and still, he has to know that there are abuses of power under a military dictatorship. he has to know, and he's justifying them, because he believes the work they do is that important. I really don't agree with him but I sort of don't know where exactly to fault him on his reasoning, and that's chilling.)
((and I'm doing a LOT of speculating about a character we only see briefly, when he's manipulating a teenager for the cause. but still.))
— gosh, I know ellie got culture shock looking through the teenager's bedroom in jackson, but this is such a normal teenage bedroom too. I mean, almost. one with the vibe of a cell or a ward. but we get a glimpse of everything up on the walls, the drawing of the dinosaur, the mortal kombat poster.
— okay an awful thought is occurring to me. I had to look up transcripts to double-check what ellie said about her friend first: when ellie calls marlene a terrorist, marlene says "was riley a terrorist?" and the past tense there and ellie's expression both felt... significant.
so we can guess her friend died tragically. we know ellie killed someone and doesn't want to talk about it. and it's awful, it's so awful, but if she had to kill a friend who got infected, that could answer it. and it'd add extra angst to her trying and failing to save sam, too - because hey, she didn't even know to try before, maybe she can manage it this time! and then she can't.
— OH GOOD, RILEY'S A SHITHEAD TOO
— she has a good grin.
— "turn around." "you're so weird about that." <3
— uh oh this doesn't bode well
— okay maybe it bodes fine. is it even a girls' night out if they don't see a corpse and have a laugh about it
— ellie and riley are bad influences on each other and also very cute
— riley I've known you for five minutes and I know you should be smart enough not to go into a mall that's only allegedly full of infected. "if it's sealed off then why isn't it sealed off" THE CEILING CAVING IN DOESN'T MEAN THEY WERE LYING about this specific thing at least
— the moment riley said they were on a mission I just. sigh. nonzero chance this is an actual firefly mission.
…fuck, is this gonna be where they both get bitten
— you know, ellie cutting and killing that infected in the cellar where joel stopped to pick up a cache of supplies? that makes much more sense if it was revenge for riley's death. because she hasn't been quite that brutal since. but like, the chance to safely look into the face of the thing that should have killed her, that killed her friend, and get to know it a bit, then quietly regain some of the control she lost? that makes sense.
— …riley directing her into place so she can watch as the mall flickers to life, oh gosh. oh that's beautiful.
— THE FOUR FIVE WONDERS OF THE MALL. STARTING WITH ELECTRIC STAIRS. OH GOSH.
they're so gonna end up at the arcade.
— shoutout to whoever took the time to put lipstick on a glasses advert when the world locked down
— and dawn of the wolf part 2 is definitely a twilight movie equivalent
— environmental storytelling </3
— you know when you feel deep fondness but also your heart breaking a little but it's not sad, it might not even be bittersweet but that's the closest match? yeah. ellie checking her reflection in the victoria's secret window.
— hi this scene is just so soft and so pretty and so sweetly ow
— ARCADE TIME, I KNEW IT
— "you asshole." "yeah, I'm the same asshole that spent an hour yesterday breaking this fucker open." okay riley put so much effort into that night oh heck
— I'M SORRY THE MILEENA VORE IS AN ACTUAL THING. SHE ACTUALLY BARFS BONES. why am I even surprised
— can the camera not zoom out ominously please. this is sweet this is fun let's not do this right now
— ellie's attempt at a goodbye that was also an "I don't like you enough to leave the school and join the fireflies with you," but they both know that, it's not a surprise, fuckin' ouch
— "how does a computer get drunk? it takes screenshots." "what are screenshots?" "I don't actually know."
— (listen I used to write in what was technically a postapoc setting, though the worldbuilding was crap so we mostly ignored that, so I keep wanting to go back and incorporate ideas, it's terrible.)
— riley crashing at that mall with at least one ticking timebomb just chilling in one of the shops, turning the lights on and playing loud games multiple times, I really really don't like this
— oh this hurts. it was set in stone from the start but it still hurts.
— OH SHIT MAYBE NOT. fake screams wtf that's mean, show.
— "maybe the fireflies aren't what I think they are but they chose me. I matter to them." "you mattered to me first." heY OW
— seriously these are baller lines. these lines alone I could see people going feral over. this is the good angst that people write fics about.
— do they have to have this incredibly cute dance party in a shop with lots of faces and figures in the background while we know there's an infected in the mall, please I am suffering
— oh they're so cute
and also so doomed
— we still don't know who ellie killed.
— "we can just be all poetic and shit and lose our minds together." yeah, I mean, ideally you could, that's a really sweet and tragic sentiment-
— present-day ellie? is a fucking badass. and I say that not to negate the fact that she's a scared kid trying to keep her caregiver alive, but rather because she's a scared kid and she doesn't know what to do and she's trying even though it's so, so hard.
— the face of someone who's not gonna lose him too.
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