( catch all )

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WHO: Carolina + others
WHERE: dreamscapes, around New Amsterdam
WHEN: july 2512+
WHAT: a catch all log
NOTES OR WARNINGS: general space marine ptsd; will update with anything else.

currently have one open dreamshare! will match prose if you feel more comfortable and feel free to hit me up if you want to plot something else: eflat or streetsongs#5551 or pm

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[ carolina pulls her hands from wash's shoulders then, breaking the hold he had on her wrist to let her arms hang limp at her sides. ]

I know you're not the rookie anymore. But if we were protecting each other and you're the one who wound up hurt, I... That's not fair.

[hardwearing]

[ Wash tenses up worse when she pulls back. ]

No, it's not fair. But it's just how things went. You wouldn't blame yourself if I got hurt taking a hit protecting you, right? Because you'd do the same. The one who winds up under fire is chance, Carolina...

[ He wilts slightly. ]

Don't close me out over this.

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I'm not trying to close you out.

[ even if that's exactly how her body language is reading. even if trying to wall up her feelings inevitably looks the same as pushing wash away. ]

It's just— It was a really rough few months and I've been trying to forget about it because you're okay here, but... It was so hard watching you struggle, especially when you didn't want my help.

[hardwearing]

I always want your help. Even when I'm too stubborn to admit it.

[ He holds out a hand, not fully understanding what she's going through but desperately wanting to fix it. ]

Come on.

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[ wash holds out a hand to her and carolina takes it before she can risk overthinking the moment, fingers squeezing his tightly. her emotions are still clearly a mess, guilt and worry she can't shake now that they've been dredged up tonight, but she's trying to take comfort in his company, the same way she does any other night where her dreams are just a little too much. ]

You do? Want my help, I mean?

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[ Wash lets Carolina's emotions roll over him and leave him rooted in his certainty that it isn't actually her fault. He squeezes her hand and pulls her back in with it. ]

Yup. I do.

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Okay.

[ it's quiet, carolina letting wash tug her closer, letting him be far more certain than she is that she hasn't committed some major transgression by letting him get hurt. it's a relief, that he does feel that way.

she pauses for a moment, then leans forward to rest her forehead against wash's shoulder, a gesture that means she's almost certainly going to turn the proximity into a hug, unless he does it first. although— ]

Would you be mad if I woke us up? I think I might need a better hug than you can give me here.

[ and it would be nice to force her brain to stop thinking about this room, even if it's relief that doesn't last. ]