http://giustizia-rosso.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] giustizia-rosso.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2006-05-25 10:55 am

Log: in progress

When; Wednesday night, almost a full day after body-switching
Rating; PG
Characters; Eiko [livejournal.com profile] moonlit_jewel, Nicol [livejournal.com profile] aubade_daybreak and Athrun [livejournal.com profile] giustizia_rosso
Summary; Eiko comes over to their apartment in Building #11 to heal Nicol's wounds!
Log;

"It's getting hot... would you like a fan?"

"I'm fine, Athrun."

Relaxing at the sight of Nicol's gentle smile, Athrun returned to his seat beside the bed. He was angry with that Onigiri boy yes, angry at his irresponsibility, his lack of concern for others, angry with him for putting Nicol's body in such danger. Athrun lowered his gaze to the sheets where Nicol's hands rested, clasped together in quiet content.

But most of all, he was angry with himself for not being able to prevent that - again.

Athrun started out of his reverie when he heard shy raps on the door. What was he doing? This wasn't the time for such thoughts; Nicol's health should be his first concern. It was the least he could do to make up for his absence then. Flashing a smile at his friend, the young Coordinator rose from the seat to receive their guest. Probably Eiko, he thought with some fondness as he laid his hand on the doorknob, prompt as always.

[identity profile] aubade-daybreak.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Nicol smiled fondly at his friend's retreating back as Athrun went to answer the door. Really, Athrun could be so fastidious. Adjusting the pillows, asking if he were comfortable, if there was anything, anything he wanted at all, everything Athrun did and asked thoroughly, with painstaking care and consideration.

Nicol did not recall having been fussed over like this for a long time, and at risk of feeling just a little selfish, he could not deny that it felt wonderful. Really, he ought to be the one making compensations for his inability to provide more help, both in death and in this City, yet here he was, cared for and looked after by the person he admired above all his peers. It gave him a bubbling, soaring sense of joy that he could not describe.

Above his reverie he heard an exchange between Athrun's rich tenor, and a soft, delicate voice which he assumed was Eiko's. It was much higher than he had expected, and he happily anticipated meeting Athrun's friend, this little summoner.

[identity profile] moonlit-jewel.livejournal.com 2006-05-27 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not a problem Mister Athrun and I'm not thirsty right now..." Eiko replied making her way towards Nicol's room. Flashbacks from her last healing session seemed to haunt the small summoner. All of her spells had failed and the only thing that worked was her summons, but as things were now, she was far too tired to even think about summoning that powerful. Hopefully things would be better this time around. She wouldn't fail this time though; her magic did have its limits. She was still only a young summoner and white mage, so there were still books full of spells that she either didn't know or couldn't handle until she was older, something that she purposely neglected to tell Athrun.

With purple locks bounced in tune with Eiko's light steps and swaying her arms back and forth a flute in hand, the little girl bound her way to the entrance of Nicol's room. Little fist tapped on the door frame to let Nicol know that she would be entering soon. "Mister Nicol?" A shy head peeped through the entrance.

[identity profile] aubade-daybreak.livejournal.com 2006-06-02 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
At the light raps on the door, Nicol placed his gaze on the entrance, only to see a head of lush purple hair topped with a large yellow bow appear a little below his line of vision. Adjusting his gaze, he greeted the wide-eyed, unassuming visage with a smile and small wave of his good hand. "Hello, Eiko. Thank you for coming. Please, do come in and make yourself comfortable." He shifted in his seat so his posture was upright, careful to not to place too much weight on his casted arm. Watching her shuffle away from the doorframe, he observed her little frame that was as tiny as her voice, and her demeanor as sweet and delicate. A powerful magician, according to Athrun, and at such a tender age. "How are you today?" he asked with a smile at her approaching form.