this my ship scrapbook / journal that i’m making. i’m basically collecting all the art and writing i do or receive from people. it’s nice to look through it all when i’m missing her. i’m kinda treating it like one long, extended love letter to her from me. these are some of my favourite pages so far :3

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Day 19: Potion.

late as per. prompts from here. i am prone to migraines, this is self indulgent.

“Here, sweetpea.”

Her lowered voice drags me back to life - barely. A soft hand takes hold of my own, another pressing a small vial into my grasp. She guides my hands, cool glass meeting my lips. Rowena tilts the bottle, liquid spilling into my mouth and down my throat. Blind trust; I don’t even ask her what she’s giving me.

“Made it myself,” she offers quietly, “for your head. Gave it a wee bit of extra kick, so it should clear it up quick as a flash.”

Remedy swallowed, I collapse back down onto the pillows, though I don’t let go of her hand. A gentle tug is all I can manage with the incessant pounding inside my skull, but it’s enough. Rowena laughs lowly, deposits the empty potion bottle on the nightstand, then retreats. I feel the bed dip behind me, then a warmth at my back. She settles against me, one hand rising to begin running nimble fingers through my hair. A gentle kiss is placed to the back of my shoulder.

“’Wena...”

“I know,” she coos, “I’m right here.”

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Day 7: Infection.

very late... but shock horror, it's actually asa this time!!!!

She smells clean. Clean and warm, inviting. Asa has a reputation of being a touch too far on the authoritarian side, but she just likes to get things done, and get them done right. Despite what most seem to believe, she is actually capable of turning that off when she wants to.

This ability is perfectly demonstrated now, as I lounge half-atop her, listening to her prattle on about everything and nothing at all. The Mystic MD has been tending the sick and dying for as long as such things have existed; she's lots of stories to tell. Even when she's narrating a particularly gruesome set of circumstances, Asa's so genuinely enthralled by her work, and her voice is so sweet and lilting, that her tales transform into a bedtime story.

Gentle fingers card through my hair, healer's hands drawing the bad from me like infection from a wound. She lets out a fond little laugh as I squeeze her a little tighter before continuing her story.

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