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[waitsforever]

[Bound to happen eventually, the feed goes on and it's accidental video. Rory's sitting on his and Amy's bed in the TARDIS, just finishing up buttoning a plaid shirt. There's a barn owl on the bed beside him, doing a little bit of hopping and fluttering of feathers to stay upright as his weight on the bed shifts.]

--if it has to do with something Underground...I guess we'll find out eventually.

[The owl speaks. Its voice is female, but sort of Rory-like all the same.]

Not necessarily.

Yes, alright, maybe not.

You need to stop procrastinating. You should be writing this down and trying to work it out properly.

Are you lecturing me? [He gives the owl an amused look.] My own soul.

Exactly.

...good point.

Are you done now? I want to perch.

Yep, go on, done, don't...hold on too tightly.

[The owl flap-flutters to get herself onto Rory's left shoulder and then does a bit of a walking settle on it and fluffs her feathers.]

That's fine, right?

Yeah, I know, you don't have to be smug ab-- [He cuts himself off to put a hand to his chest, looking a bit concerned. A pause, and then suddenly he hunches back a bit, his face contorting, rather, at the sudden wave of pain. And then his owl, shortly after, startled by the sudden pain, digs her talons into his shoulder.]

Aaaaa! Don't--aahh-haah. Get off!

[His owl extracts her talons and Rory leans slightly to pluck her off his shoulder with his right hand and set her back on the bed, putting his hand to his shoulder straight after (the fabric of his shirt's starting to get a bit of a bloody patch) and holding it there as he hunches over. His owl looks nervous and concerned.]

Sorry. Oh no, really, really, sorry, that one was really bad.

Yeah. [Rory nods, and then stands up.] We better go see if that sort of...sick bay area's in the same place.

[Still holding his shoulder, he comes over to pick up his phone carefully with his free left hand and the feed ends.]


[ooc: ...Rory's daemon would have brown text if I was on a computer. As it is, she's italics. Cursed! Also, ghost pains! Isn't he lucky!]

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And you think I wouldn't want to know? [He should have told her. She has a right to know, doesn't she? He's her husband and she was there when it happened and he keeps dying on her and how is she supposed to deal with that if he doesn't even tell her anything?]

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I don't know! I didn't want to bring it up if it wasn't going to happen and then...I just didn't want to bring it up.

[Fiona is over trying to sort of anxiously preen Conall.]

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[Amy goes quiet again for a moment, but this time it's less angry and more thoughtful.]

You should've told me. And about going to the underground, too.

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I know. [He walks over to stand closer to Amy.] I was going to tell you, for both of them, you just....found out before I got to it. Both times.

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Were you? [She tries to make it sound like it doesn't matter to her, but... well. Obviously, it does.]

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I was. Of course I was. [He looks rueful.] Not...that...it wouldn't've been hard, really hard in the case of the Underground, but I would have said. I'm not gonna go...sneaking about on adventures without you. [He doesn't quite smile but his face looks...more open, somehow.] Come on, you're better at them than me anyway. And for this, I was going to go find you after I did something about my arm, which, actually...caaaan we find the sick bay? I really don't want to clot the fibres of my shirt into my shoulder.

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Of course you were. [Amy echoes his statement and puts a lot of conviction into it. She's entitled to him telling her, right? So if there's still some doubt nagging, if she's still worried, she does't have to admit that to anyone, much less herself.]

Right. Let's get you cleaned up and taken care of.

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Thanks. [He smiles slightly and nudges her with his non-injured shoulder, in liue of a comforting...anything else. He starts to walk to the door and then pauses, and turns.] Oh, and...will you bring Fiona? I'm not sure I actually can go anywhere without her but she's inside, she can't fly.

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[Amy nods and crouches down by Fiona's side, offering her arm to the owl.] Hop on.

[Conall makes the first move, running up Amy's arm and over her head to settle on her shoulder, leaving the other one free for Fiona. Fiona flutters and settles on Amy's shoulder, her feathers just touching Amy's face and Amy can't resist running a finger over the owl's breast, just to see if the feathers there were as soft as they looked.]

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[Fiona makes a soft hooting noise and fluffs her feather, tilting her chin up slightly. Rory, meanwhile, takes a sharp laborious breath in, his voice a bit weak, his eyes wide.]

Is that meant to happen?

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[Amy tilts her head and watches Rory, slightly worried, her hand stilling on Fiona's breast.] Is what supposed to happen?

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It, um...

[He blinks and swallows.]

I.....I'll explain on the way. I think I want to have a hand that isn't covered in blood for the explanation.

[To the door and hallway! And Rory trying to catch his breath. Fiona gives Amy a pleased look.]

That was nice!

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You're soft. [Amy whispers. Rory doesn't need to know she's flirting with his daemon now, does he? Well. Maybe he does.

She gets up with the two daemons perched on her shoulders and follows Rory.]

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[Rory is just not trying to think about how hyper-aware he is of the fact that Fiona is even standing on Amy's shoulder. Snuggling up to her. Stupid daemon, being in love with Amy as well. It's really distracting, and he has to keep catching himself from walking the wrong direction.]

Am I? Thanks. [Fiona whispers back, and then carefully leans over to run her beak through Amy's hair.]

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Seriously, Rory, you alright there? [He's sort of walking funny. At least they're almost at the sick bay of the TARDIS.]

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Yeaaaah. Fine. Ish. Mostly fine.

[Oh, thank god, the sickbay. He manages to not stagger in and goes straight to the sink, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand as he does. With the other one, he turns on the water, and then cleans his hands.]

So...basically, it feels kind of....weird when you touch Fiona.

[He carefully peels the shirt off his left shoulder--ahh, that's a bit of a mess--and then kind of...shakes it off his right arm. Cloth and...warm water first, probably, and he starts cleaning off his shoulder.]

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Weird? [Watching him.] Weird how?

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Well...nice weird. [He focusses on getting the rest of the blood off his shoulder so he doesn't have to look at her while he says it. It might be one of her bad reaction days.] Sort of...good, actually. [Oh, good, the gouges are actually fairly shallow. No serious damage. Just...a lot of bleeding. He lets the cloth stay on his shoulder as he goes for another cloth and some disinfectant, which is helpfully labelled 'The One For Humans'.]

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[Sort of good? Amy turns her head a little to look at Fiona and... she can't help but put the pieces together. Of how breathless Rory sounded. So she lifts a hand and gently pets Fiona again, watching Rory intently while doing it. Just to test her theory, of course.]

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[Stumbling a bit, Rory gasps and has to sit down, trying not to squeeze the bottle of disinfectant. Fiona watches with some interest.]

I didn't know that happened. That's...weird. But nice.

Yeaaaaah. [Breathless again.] Can I finish bandaging my shoulder before you keep...stroking my soul? Not...that....I really want you to stop....possibly ever...but it would be better if I didn't start bleeding again.

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[Right. So that reaction was a little stronger than Amy had expected. She let her hand drop away from Fiona, a slow smile spreading over her face.]

Go ahead.

[This... could be fun.]

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[Rory catches his breath slightly and then does a slightly rushed job on the disinfecting (hissing, because, ow!) and then putting together a bandage for his shoulder. That bit's not a rushed job because it's difficult enough one-handed as it is.

That done, though, he walks over to Amy, and then looks a little confused about who he should address.]

Do you mind if I...?

[He gestures awkwardly towards Conall. Seems like a big thing, this. Soul-touching. Definitely requires Amy's permission.]

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[Amy'd just been watching, appreciating the way he looks without his shirt on and admittedly also a little worried.

She and Conall exchange a look and then Amy's smiling and Conall is leaving Amy's shoulder to hop onto Rory's hand and oh. That feels nothing like Amy expected.]

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[Taking Conall carefully--though he's probably fine, he's a ferret, he has balance--Rory scratches him between his ears with a finger.]

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[Amy closes her eyes, letting out a soft breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding. For such a small gesture, it had a huge impact and she found herself swaying slightly.]

Definitely good, yeah.

[Amy managed to open her eyes again and catch Rory's gaze, bringing one hand up to gently touch Fiona again.]