http://godilovedthis.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] godilovedthis.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2016-12-11 04:31 am

Kathy's Bunk in the Warehouse, Sunday

It was like a miracle. Kathy didn't use that word much--or at all, really--having given up on the idea of miracles years ago. But here she was, awake with a full belly (courtesy of Parker), the weak sunlight shining down on her face. Even for December sunshine, it was thin and cold, but it was more sun than Kathy could remember shining down on this version of Fandom in a long, long time.

And, best of all, she was enjoying it on the roof. The wish she'd made of Nanika last night, the gift of healed legs and a relief from pain, had been granted. She looked down at legs that were strong and free of mottling and scars; pale skin smooth over strong, whole bones. She'd started the morning with a flurry of activity, cartwheels, running, bouncing, and yoga, all activities she hadn't been able to perform since she'd been hurt. Her form was poor, her endurance shot, her new legs had been trembling with exertion by the time she'd finally let herself stop moving. It didn't matter. Form could be improved, endurance could be regained, and even trembling, her legs had not fallen or failed her.

For the first time since she could remember, Kathy was happy.

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[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
Dante wasn't proud of taking off yesterday. It'd seemed necessary at the time, but it'd felt less so as the night went on.

And, y'know. Maybe that was not something they should do, but... maybe it was time to talk to Kathy again. A little more, at least, now that the world had proven it could still occasionally be surprising.

He came in across the rooftops-- and had to pause on the roof of a fairly intact warehouse nearby when he spotted her. Kathy? On the roof?

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
Dante sighed.

Maybe he should come back later.

... But he wasn't sure he wanted to.

He took one last effortless leap across the gap and landed not far from her, maybe five feet away. "Hey, Kat."

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 10:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Thought I'd come say hi," Dante said. He would've had to dip his head a bit to get a look at her legs with the mask anyway, and though he was tempted... no. "Being that it's such a nice day and all."

He pushed his hands into his pockets. "But don't stop on my account."

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. That was weird.

Dante's eyes narrowed behind the mask.

"What're you doing?"

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
... And for a second there, Dante didn't have a single wisecrack to spit. "Holy shit."

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe not quite," Dante said, blinking behind the mask. (It'd been a long time since he'd been flashed, even if it hadn't been on purpose.) "Uh... congrats. How the fuck did that happen?"

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
Dante let out a sigh. "I didn't ask if I'd like it," he said. "Just what happened."

[identity profile] moodyvagrant.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The sun was out for the first time in as long as Anders could remember, and he felt ... cautiously optimistic was maybe the best way to put it. Like it was just barely possible things might get better.

He did not expect this to last.

He was on one of his regular patrols for supplies when he heard a singing voice that he also hadn't experienced in as long as he could remember.

"Kathy," he murmured, and headed toward the sound almost without thinking.

But when he got there, she wasn't alone.

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Not so much, no. Dante's mask had wound up on the floor at some point along the way, but Kathy was still up on him with his hands clinging to her legs.

It was becoming increasingly hard - heh - for Dante to think.

The sound of someone else coming up, though, put an end to that. He angled his head away from Kathy instinctively, looking in the general direction of - "...Anders."

[identity profile] moodyvagrant.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Today might be your lucky day," Anders called up, dryly amused. "What are you two up to -- well, I can see that."

His emotions were complicated, but 'bemused' was a good cover to use while he sorted through them. (He hadn't realized how hungry he was to see the two of tem like this again until he saw it.)

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Dante's hands slid off of Kathy's thighs. "She started it," he said.

He really needed to get back out of the habit of snarking when he was startled.

[identity profile] moodyvagrant.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 02:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Anders' eyes flickered with surprise. (Not a blue flicker, this time. A normal hazel flicker.)

"That's amazing, and I'm coming up," he announced, heading for the fire escape. "This doesn't seem like a conversation we should shout."

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably not," Dante allowed.

He reached up and ran a hand through his hair. (It still felt funny without the familiar metal pressing against his skin.) Then he pulled away from the wall and stalked towards Kathy. "Come on up."

[identity profile] moodyvagrant.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I ate earlier," Anders said as he climbed up. (Not much, but he'd gotten the last fall apple from storage, and he didn't want to take Kathy's food.) "You're running again? I feel like I missed a good story."

And some excellent kissing, but he didn't say that quite yet.

[identity profile] rebelscreams.livejournal.com 2016-12-11 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"She got her legs healed by Nanika," Dante said, as that detail suddenly popped back into his memory.

He threw a slightly wary glance towards Anders, but the usual urge to pick a fight with Justice (for fucking up his friend. Not that he was inclined to look too deeply into it) was absent for once. "I guess things are looking up."