Rose's Sickfic Plague Pit

[thethirteenthchild]

I'm sick so I'm giving my characters my wretched cold. Specific characters available upon request. Intended to be very low effort. Starters in the comments!

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[cantstandthenoise]

"Hmm?" Anya snaps out of her own trance--- a thoughtless, amorphous haze of illness, too tired to think of anything specific, just a dead pixel adrift in a sea of static.

"What's up?"

[changehurts]

"Ah... What would you think if, maybe..." Grant shuts his mouth, traces his tongue against his teeth, tries again. "Well, not to drudge up old fun, but— we spent a lot of time together. You know, back on Tulpar. You get used to that sort of thing, being around someone like that. And when they're gone, it's..."

Christ, why is this so hard?

"Maybe I'm being too forward, but— I think about you when we aren't together. I've got my place, but it's big and cold and not right. What would you think if maybe— maybe we lived together. Do all that on our terms."

[cantstandthenoise]

For a moment, Anya just looks at him, expressionless and haggard from her cold. Then, hoarsely, "Curly I need you to know that if I didn't feel like death warmed over, I would be literally running full pelt to go pack my things right now."

[changehurts]

Oh, god. She's making a face. No, actually— she isn't making any face, that's the problem. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Too soon. Too—

He laughs. Light and unsure at first, then spilling into something warmer; sun caught in his whaling chest. "No, no— there'll be plenty of time for running around once you're better. I'll haul whatever furniture you wanna keep, too. My place is a little, ah, bare-bones."

[cantstandthenoise]

"Sounds good," she says with a sleepy smile. "...It really will be nice to be, y'know. Back together again. I was kind of hoping you'd ask. Don't be surprised if Daisuke invites himself along, but I figure you and I will share a room anyway."

[changehurts]

"Really?" Surprise flickers across his face. Stupid, maybe, to feel surprise when for months they sat dutifully in each other's company. Practically lived in the infirmary together. Assumption now that she might want a break from this, to exist in her own space; see him at her own discretion. A question, one that needles him often; was that all too much? Anyone would have been overwhelmed. Would have liked a break.

"I'm glad I asked then. It'll be nice. I'll make us breakfasts. Or we can cook together, if you have something specific in mind. Daisuke— oh, he's more than welcome to come. I'll haul his stuff, too. Might be nice for him, being around familiar company. To be honest, I'd like the opportunity to make things up to him if I can."