And looks would be an accurate telling for once.[break][break]

He hadn’t quite known how much time had passed since the incident at the tree; since he’d borne the features of the selfsame beasts he’d grown so fond of, only to lose them alongside the other perks of his own body that had been at his disposal long before. A month seemed more or less safe to say; perhaps a week or so more had been just as accurate.[break][break]

All things considered, the time spent and passed within the confines of the bed he’d called home for so long had been due to none other than the state of an eye.[break][break]

…Or the absence of it, rather. All things considered, recovery had been smooth between modern medicines and Pokemon treatments, alike, but he found his stay unfortunately extended a couple of times as certain matters arose. Chance infections. Talks amidst other staff in regards to his own treatment.[break][break]

In the end, they’d posed some options—some more experimental—and he’d simply chosen to take the simplest solution.[break][break]

And thus with some cleaning and treatment, he dwelled within his assigned room for little more than a few days longer— or so he had been told, at the very least. The check-ins had become routine, albeit short lived as time went on, and within the midst of the most recent one, he’d sought to find rest for some amount of time.[break][break]

As successful as it proved to be, he found it just as brief of a reprieve before long.[break][break]

The touch of another had been far from foreign to him, though as he laid upon the bed offered so graciously to him, he couldn’t help but give a soft hum as he roused softly. His brows furrowed softly from instinct (both confined and free), and soon after, a single hue of cobalt unveiled itself before finding its way towards the figure by him.[break][break]

He gave her a tired smile, a yawning sigh leaving his lungs as he properly realized who it was.[break][break]

”...Another visit, mmn?” he chuckled lowly, narrowing his eyes towards her in equal parts amusement and curiosity. ”How many times have you dropped by in the past week~?”

mielle[break]
n o t e s

☉

ah, he awaken. [break][break]

consciousness is a good sign, and he's been getting better with each passing visit. for the sake of her own mental wellbeing, and her own recovery, rocket has given her a little bit o time off (time off being subjective, however, as she imagines that the scientists are still baffled and engrossed in what experiments as they try and figure out how she was able to take on the attributes of a leafeon). it looks like they're still left guessing, and she hopes that something like that will never happen again. [break][break]

for he sake of humanity as it is.[break][break]

"you're awake?" she wears a warm smile as her fingers move to brush a lock of unruly, dark brunette from his face when he lifts himself into a seat. "mmn.. i'd say maybe a fourth time this week?" she lets out a soft chuckle, moving her hand away and lowering it to her side. of course, she didn't come here with only the intent to see a roused face. [break][break]

the warm scent of food wats through the air, and she decided to get something portable, and something easy to eat - more specifically, she brought broth that was packaged nicely, and warmly, with dried noodles, bean sprouts and leafy greens and thin slices of beef organized in a styrofoam box. "i want to make sure that you're eating properly, after all." she says with such a smile to her lips, pulling the bag up to rest against a nearby desk for the visitor. "i'm happy to see that you're doing much better, but hospital meals aren't exactly the most appetizing~"

Dante Telos

☉

He clicked his tongue in faux distaste, a broader smile curling upon his lips in further betrayal of the seeming disapproval.[break][break]

”I still feel as though you’re spending too much time here, amore~...” he sighed within a manner of wistful sarcasm, shaking his head softly all the while. His gaze followed along with the hand she’d strayed from him for a while before settling upon her, herself, and then towards the bag she’d brought with her. ”And stealing the job of the food runners, nonetheless~?”[break][break]

He inhaled deeply, humming as the scent of the goods she’d so graciously ferried with her had properly begun to be of note.[break][break]

”...I agree with you, somewhat, but I can’t help but feel the nurses are close to reprimanding you if they caught you~...”

mielle [break]
n o t e s

☉