#de2thletter / joan.

[doctordonovan]

❝ you okay? ❞ | joan

somewhere between standing and floor,   between breathing and the air fully leaving lungs,  usual protest bubbles in mack of mind.  she's not a fighter -   she's never been  -   and whilst feet are quick    &&  well practiced when it comes to avoiding most of the hits that come her way…    avoidance can only ever work for so long.  scientist may not be the violent sort  (   her anger has never been physical,  nor has her grief   )   yet the world around her has never cared for the boundaries she wishes to draw in sand. 

it is a violent place and @de2thletter's insistence on her agreeing to this only further proves the concern fellow woman holds towards anything the future may be yet to create.

❝ m good. ❞ still maeve takes a moment, making no effort to push herself up quite yet as brown eyes only half open.  ❝ you know,  there's easier ways to tell me I've got on your nerves than barely disguised 'try knock maeve down' sessions. we could just go bowling. ❞   it's a joke,  a low one,  pushing self up to elbows with tired sigh.  ❝ not to be a cliche,  but I'm more of a dancer than a fighter. ❞

[nearestend]

@de2thletter, joan / starter call.

"i don't know where he went, if that's what you're asking." india is cool, calm, and collected. she's getting better at this, playing the role of the everygirl. wide eyed, perfectly unassuming, like there might as well be sawdust where her brain should be. she did learn from the best, after all. "uncle charlie and i were never close. he's been travelling most of my life, see. i only just met him recently -- he didn't stay for very long."

[doctordonovan]

[ INJURY ]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them. | joan

it's a rare thing for emotion to win over logic,   for the panic bubbling in her chest to make its way up throat,  onto tender features.  (   her heart lives on her sleeve,  yet too often she's an open book written in the wrong language for anyone to properly translate.  )    yet when she cares,   it is an all consuming thing,  no matter how affection is a quiet thing better communicated between the obvious lines.

❝ hey, hey.  @de2thletter.  look at me.  you need to stay awake. ❞   joan's touch is soft  -   cold  -  concerning in a hundred ways even as maeve's own hands quickly move to check other's injury.  ❝ what's the point of all those self defence classes if you go down so easily? ❞   she doesn't mean it - doesn't even passingly sound as if she does,  swearing under her breath as pressure is pushed against wound.  ❝ I'm the wrong kind of doctor for this,  joan.  you're gonna need to talk me through what to do until help comes,  yeah?   you're usually great at being bossy. ❞