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Report 043 - [Accidental Voice//Video]

[The first thing heard from the new post is rapid breathing, and then a voice, shaking and clearly upset.]

...Roy?

[Then there is the sound of buttons being pushed, a few random beeps as the PCD switches to video. After a hand moves away from the screen, the owner of the voice is then revealed to be Riza, her long hair loose and flowing over her shoulders, though it's obvious she hasn't brushed it yet.

And her eyes, her usually rich, chestnut brown eyes...are clouded.]

Roy, where...where are you?

[She looks lost, scared. It seems she doesn't know she's being recorded, either. She lifts a hand in front of her face, over her eyes. She passes it over the vacant expression once, twice, then lets out a shaky breath and her eyes widen more.]

I can't...I can't see.

[And the feed times out.]

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No, of course. He's lost one of his senses?

He has, though I'm not sure which one.

[He's a man, he can't help but be glad to hear that.]

Oh good.

...Roy?

[Whoops.]

Riza.

[Nope, no whoops, just insecurities.]

You...have to be my eyes this week, Roy. If anything happens, I will be at a major disadvantage.

[Oh, that...]

Oh...

Of course. You know I wouldn't leave you to your own devices.

...Good.

[Have a sigh, because he knows you can hear that, but you probably can't see the smile on his face. It's odd, he supposes he's going to be voicing his feelings from now on - and it dawns on him just how much they usually communicate using only a look.]

Don't worry. I've got you.

[Slowly, she turns around in his hold, a hand finding his shoulder to make sure she's facing the right way. Then that hand travels slowly, lightly up toward his face before resting on his cheek.]

You really can't feel that?

[He does his best to accomodate her movements, leaving it up to her to predict his balance, hardly able to manage his own - let alone someone elses. He can see the hand moving up his cheek, and it hurts that he can't feel what should be such a gentle touch.]

No...

[Her face grows sad, hating that there seems to be such distance between them, even though they're in each other's arms. And slowly again, she leans in, hoping she aimed the right way so that she can press her lips to the corner of his mouth.

Close enough.]

Or that?

[He knew what she was closing in for before it happened, almost closing his eyes to the movement. It felt odd, not to feel her touch, or her kiss, or the warmth of her body - or any of her. He could have dwelled on the loss, or in fact reflect on how much their relationship had changed them... instead he took a deep breath and smiled.]

Would you like breakfast?

[She knew he was changing the subject, offering a distraction, but his lack of an answer really solidified that he just couldn't feel. She was right there and he couldn't feel her.

And in that moment, just that one, she felt so alone.]

We should get some. Will you...be able to cook like that?

Edited 2010-11-07 22:43 (UTC)

[The feeling was almost mutual. That he could see her smiles, and almost read her eyes was singularly redeeming, but it still didn't compensate for the fact that he couldn't hold her properly. Trying to push the thought aside he shuffled on the bed, moving to stand up, brushing his hand against hers in a gesture to make her take his hand so he could guide her to her feet.]

We'll cope.

[She quickly grabbed onto his hand, but when she stood up just as quickly, she fell into him, not able to find her balance so easily.]

...Not so fast.

[He grabbed her by the elbows, chuckling as he attempted to keep her upright, pulling her close with a nod.]

Sorry.

Please don't laugh at me.

[She wasn't ready for this. Everything was unstable and his amusement from her pain didn't help matters.]

[Okay, that made him frown. What a bad boyfriend he is!]

Okay...

[He lets out a sigh, gently pulling her arm behind him, keeping his other around her waist. It was tricky, especially as he's not sure how hard he's pulling, or holding.]

[She goes along, putting her trust in him.]

I just have to catch up to my other senses.

[He manages to get her to the kitchen, and sat down on a chair, being slow and careful about his movements.]

I don't think you can really make it up in such a short space of time. Don't these things take years?

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