#noxturnalfate

"But it worked out, didn't it?" Odd questioned with a cocky flash of a grin. It wasn't often that they were called to active shooter scenes, but Odd had built enough of a spine (or perhaps a lack of survival instinct) to rush in and resuscitate one of the shooting victims. He'd nearly been shot himself, but in return he managed to save a life or two.

Wait what? 

The question stumps her, for a moment Mel blinks at the surgeon. The question is jarring in a way, mostly because it's such a different pace from the relentless march forward the ED was. There was no breathing room here, no real time, no real moments in which you got to stand still. 

Hot chocolate and everything it represented, was not something that lived here, nor belonged here either. 

“Um…” Mel closes her eyes, just for a second or two, scrunches them up as she tries to refocus herself and turns her attention to what is needed. “The patient in central eight has a femur fracture that’s out of alignment…” which means, Mel things, probably a trip up the stairs to ortho but what did she know, it wasn’t her field and it wasn’t her department and honestly she wasn’t even sure if they had the beds. 

Her mind was already a thousand miles away from the question she had been asked, and when she realises that, she thinks it rude. So circles back to finally answer. 

@noxturnalfate paged: well me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time - weylen

there are so many things she could say, listen sure they're both from new orleans and ghosts are a huge part of the culture there but what? he didn't seem like he had any kind of supernatural abilities, maybe she was losing her edge? or maybe you're sleep deprived because you've been working so many doubles, idiot.

she narrows her eyes as she looks at him. "what are the ghosts names? if you, i swear to god weylen, if you mention madame lalaurie i will kick you out of my house." she does not need that kind of energy, she has to deal with enough when she goes on her trips. "as a matter of fact let me get some holy water there are enough churches around here right?" but she is very clearly not moving from her spot on the couch, her dogs head in her lap and one of her two cats is curled up in her arms. her other cat, her orange guy, cheese, has been running around weylen for ten minutes.

“I don’t trust them…” she clarifies. Okay. She doesn’t trust him right now either. 

It might be the most important task she’s had while working at this hospital. It will go off without a hitch. It will be perfect. Feng Wu will accept nothing less. 

She reaches across the nurses station for the pad of post it notes, and then for a pen, forgetting the one that's stuck in the messy bun that her long hair is piled up into. Carefully, in the best handwriting she can manage, she writes the name down, spelling it properly. 

“I am not having a repeat of last month!” She means it, there is an undercurrent of anger in her voice. Yes she might have called them before hand and had an absolute Karen moment, but frankly when she had spelled it out three times and it was still wrong she thinks its warranted. 

“The last time we got a cake from them, they spelled Meagans name wrong, and everyone spells it wrong, so the one thing it a name shouldn't be spelled wrong on is a god damn birthday cake.” She knows what it’s like to have your name butchered, and while she’s more than used to it, she doesn’t think it means other people should be. 

Snickers. Odd couldn't help but grin a bit at Elio's text. It was cute, almost a little innocent. He'd been teasing his poor paramedic partner for weeks now, enjoying seeing if he could get the paramedic to turn a bit red. It helped that Odd usually approached talking about sex pretty casually. He hummed in thought, thinking about Elio before tapping a short burst of replies.

[TxT] Maybe. [TxT] Possibly. [TxT] Why? You want it to be? ;)

Wu had dreamed of it last night, of spring washing in through the city and being able to walk to work in the daylight. 

She doesn’t get much further with her thoughts, or her dreams of spring, there’s the sound of sirens and an ambulance pulling into the bay. 

A groan leaves her. 

“Ai-yah…” her head leaned back, her coffee barely touched, she should have known better than to expect any kind of break here. Especially on the end of a run of shifts. It’s day five of five, and the slow grind had managed to wear her down. 

Feng Wu makes the choice to down as much as she can before discarding the cup and praying that the caffeine didn’t hit all at once. 

"well if it isn't my favourite ortho surgeon." evvie smiles when she sees willow. "hope you're not down here to poach more of our residents away from us." she takes a sip of her coffee as she leans back in her chair. it's technically her day off but she came in to cover for a couple hours so that samira could get to an appointment before coming in. "also shouldn't you be off shift now?" she raises an eyebrow.

nevermind that, but evvie stands up and stretches, something in her back popping nicely as she does so. "anyway, nevermind that now. unless you're poaching residents i will kick you out of the hospital. but since you're here." she grabs a box from her purse, holding it out to willow. "now my family is... was... intense with our traditions. we are french it's kind of our thing." especially in new orleans.

"but, i made you something. superstitions aside, i like the idea of the people that i care about having something that protects them. this one was actually inspired by my auntie, she's half scottish so i thought it was fitting." she'll get into the finer details when she can but for now? that will have to do. inside the box against green silk is a gold celtic dragon pendant with the trinity knot wrapped around its tail.

"so there are a few things the triquetra means. but for celtics it means life, death, rebirth and eternity. and so the word that i put on the back is aeternitas. eternity in latin. seals the intention of the protection charm." she states as nonchalantly as she can. "you don't have to wear it but i would be at least a little bit offended."

Send ☑️🤍 and my muse will tick what they usually would welcome if it came from your muse, with no warning

bold options where 'usually' is 'almost always'

[x ] leaning against the shoulder

[x ] resting head on their shoulder

[x ] holding hands

[x ] holding hands in public

[x ] walking with arms linked

[ ] getting tickled (he WILL bite)

[x ] getting startled with a simple 'boo!'

[x ] getting pranked

[x ] a cheek kiss

[x ] a forehead/head kiss

[x ] a hand kiss

[ ] a kiss on the lips

[x ] getting briefly hugged as a greeting

[x ] getting hugged

[x ] getting hugged from behind

[x ] asked to hang out

[x ] asked out for an overnight trip

[x ] your muse resting their head on my muse's lap

[ ] your muse resting their feet on my muse's lap

[ ] getting picked up and carried around princess style

[ ] getting picked up and carried around like a sack of potatoes

[ ] getting laid on on a couch

[x ] napping together