OOM: Healing Asher

[mogget_cat]

On the agreed-upon evening, Yrael waits outside for Asher to arrive. He lounges on a branch of a tree near the lake shore, green eyes half-shut as he watches the unsuspecting bluebird on the branch above him. He hasn't moved in two hours.

Maybe this time, he'll get dessert.

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[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher takes a shuddering breath as he comes back to himself, each nerve screaming with pain, nerves that have felt nothing in so very long.

He opens his eyes, slowly, body trembling, ragged gasps as he tries to remember how to speak, how uneccessary breathing is. Slowly, he leans up on one elbow, staring in amazement as his hand; whole, and perfect. He tilts it slowly back and forth, looking at the palm, then the unmarked back of his hand.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael pulls back, watching Asher with his head tilted.

He will wait. It's a lot to take in.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher moves, slow and careful, unused to the ease with which unscarred skin shifts and stretches. He sheds his coat, and then his shirt, eyes slowly raking over every inch of perfect, unblemished skin.

He raises a trembling hand to his face, a smile lighting up once-again-angelic features as he looks at Yrael, touches pale, unblemished skin.

[mogget_cat]

Asher's smile makes Yrael's face brighten into a pleased grin.

"To your liking?"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher nods.

"Very much so," he murmurs, with some difficulty. Sitting up fully, he hugs Yrael, still shaking a little, though he would deny it.

"Very much so, my friend," he repeats, still smiling.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael chuckles and hugs Asher in return, grinning. "Then I am glad."

It's a good feeling, sometimes, doing good things.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"Please, allow me to buy you a drink," Asher pulls back at last, buttoning his shirt (though he is tempted to walk into the Bar naked, to show everyone how he once looked, to garner the stares he once took for granted).

"It is the least I can do, if you will take no other payment."

[mogget_cat]

Yrael smiles. "The only payment I would ask is a favor. A trip to your St. Louis some day."

"It is one of my greatest joys, visiting new places and worlds."

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

"Very well." He does not feel like returning home just yet, however.

"Leave a note when you wish to accompany me, and I shall gladly give you a tour of St Louis." He smiles, again.

[mogget_cat]

"Thank you," he inclines his head. "I look forward to it."