dulcisnuntius | 28th Message - [accidental video]

[Dulcie's apartment flickers into view. Her device is lying on its side, so the angle is slightly skewed and to the side. Everything in the room is bright, vivid colours. Perhaps even stronger than before this curse started, although it's hard to tell. Dulcie is curled in a ball in the far corner of her living room, her face shielded with her arms. She still has smudges of paint along her arm from the other day which she hasn't been able to wash off. Her shoulders are shaking and as the audio crackles in a ragged breath can he heard.

She lifts her face, and it is absolutely streaked with tears. She's crying so hard that she's having difficulty breathing, her breath coming in and out of her in strangled, ragged gasps. Her hand keeps coming to her face, trying to hold everything in and failing. The faint sound of a song can be heard over her gasps for air. Something sad and mournful. The feed slowly fades out, and as it does, a file is attached...

[ooc: Dulcie probably won't be answering for a long time, but action is more than welcome.]

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[Dulcie giggles a little, still sniffing.]

I'd never throw you out, cowboy.

Yeah, you would. Here. Move over a sec.

[He disentangles his arms carefully. It'd probably be insensitive to shove her off, even for good reason. When he's got them free he starts rooting through his pockets for his weed. Drugs make everything better.]

[She curls into herself again, folding her arms around her knees and watching him carefully.]

Do you have to right now?

[He hesitates, looking at her uncertainly.]

I don't have to. I just thought it'd help, that's all.

I just want to spend time with you.

I'm here, aren't I?

[He thinks this would probably be a lot easier without a clear head, but he pockets the weed, stretching out his arm towards her again.] Would chocolate have been better? Because I'm pretty sure I lost a Mars bar down the back of your couch the other week.

[She settles again into his open arms and snuggles.]

Just you is good with me.

[She moves her hand to run through the curls at the base of his neck before pulling him down in a slow kiss.]

[He's okay with this. He might not know what he's doing, but he's sort of pleased she wants him around even when she's upset. And when it comes to kissing it's pretty easy to forget his uncertainties.]

[The upset is pretty much WHY she wants you around, bucko. She clings to him a little tighter and presses soft little kisses on his lips.]

You always make me feel better.

[Nathan looks unconvinced. He's still half-expecting her to break down and start crying all over him again any minute.]

I don't even know why you were upset in the first place.

It was just nothing. Old stuff.

Oh, sure. You always get that upset over nothing.

You sure you don't want anything?

[She sighs. As much as she hates it, she really does owe Nathan more than blow-off answers.]

There was this boy. A long time ago. I... I couldn't save him.

[Luckily, Nathan's a lot less likely to be put off at the word boy than he is man. He just looks sympathetic, giving her a comforting squeeze.]

Well, you can't save them all, right? Even if you are an angel. [Despite the flippancy of his phrasing, he at least sounds sincere. Which probably doesn't really make his attempts that much better.]

Yeah. I guess.... I probably can't.

No one can. Anyway, it's one guy. I bet you've saved loads of people.

[Dulcie discreetly wipes at her eyes and holds on a little tighter.]

This one was... well it hurt a lot more than usual.

[He's not really sure what to say. He continues to look uncomfortable, patting her tentatively on the back.]

[Dulcie doesn't like the uncomfortable. Instead she straddles Nathan lap and starts kissing him hungrily.]

[He's more than okay with going along with this. It's almost a relief, not to have to keep being careful with her.]

[This is not a girl you need to worry about being careful with, Nathan. She's already tugging her shirt off, only breaking off long enough to yank it over her head.]

[Hey, if she's crying, he's at least going to try to be careful. Not that he is now. Her shirt off, Nathan goes straight for her bra, pulling it off as quickly as he can manage.]

[Dulcie starts fumbling for his belt buckle at the same time she's working her skirt up around her waist. Someone is obviously in a hurry...]

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