#makkari.

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thought of him injured has always lodged something sharp && brittle between her lungs . it finds its way to nestle amid soft inner bits when any of their group finds themselves wounded / endangered / threatened but with him ----- it gets larger , sharper . a fist shaped dirty bomb within cavity of her breast tick-tick-ticking away && threatening to explode , send pieces of her across the planet , into the farthest reaches of space . ( remember : the noise threatening to bubble forth from line of throat as eyes took in his assault . )

she's worried , angry . knows he'll survive ----- they always have ----- but it does not stop the emotions in belly , roiling about like the ocean in a storm . ( fingers brush against own abdomen , half expecting to feel something pressing outwards from beneath the red of her suit . there's nothing there except smooth fabric && hidden flesh && makkari disguises the touch as accidental . )

his hand brings her back . fingers && palms against her own as familiar as if she were holding own hand . ( thinks : she has become acquainted with every inch of everyone's skin in the many , many years they have stood together . ) it's comforting [ ... ] cannot help but give a brief squeeze , tight enough to feel ichor slide through his veins beneath her fingertips . not a reminder ----- though , just short .

makkari , with one hand so as to not disrupt his hold : once you're better , remind me to hit you .

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