The roof, Monday mid-afternoon and into late evening

[nadiathesaint]

It should come as no surprise to anybody that Nadia was spending the gorgeous Monday afternoon up on the roof with her guitar. Or that the music she was choosing to play wasn't exactly what most people would call cheery, despite the smile on Nadia's face as she played it.

[ooc: mid-afternoon thread with Lana locked to them, please and contents of their conversation are definitely NFB! Evening/night interaction is totally open, though]

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Re: Late evening/night

[nadiathesaint]

That almost worked. Nadia's fingers had to strain to keep moving, but they did their best even as she tried to convince them not to.

Her thumb on her right hand started to bleed, as well, and she tried something else.

TAKE IT,
Take another little piece of my heart, now, baby,
Oh, TAKE IT,

Re: Late evening/night

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was catching on. He pulled her hand off the neck of the guitar and grabbed the neck himself to wrest it away from her.

Re: Late evening/night

[nadiathesaint]

As soon as the guitar left her hands, Nadia seemed to collapse in on herself as the spell broke and her muscles could finally relax. She tucked her hands under her arms and bit her lip as she took a moment to gasp for breath.

Her voice was absolutely ruined when she tried to speak.

"Th'ks . . . hurt."

Re: Late evening/night

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter carefully set the guitar aside and put an arm around her, leaning close to catch her words without making her strain to be heard. "What happened? Gremlin or something else?"

Re: Late evening/night

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia leaned against him immediately. She could feel muscles in her arms that she didn't even know she had start to twitch, and her fingers were curling tightly in on themselves as they cramped up and demanded her attention.

". . . don' know."

Re: Late evening/night

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"How long have you been like this?" Walter paid attention to her hands and felt his own fingers twitch in sympathy. He was perhaps uniquely qualified to know how they must feel, albeit for rather different reasons.

"We should get you some ice."

Re: Late evening/night

[nadiathesaint]

"si'ns . . . hh'fternoo'," Her throat kept trying to close up on her. "W'ter?"

Re: Late evening/night

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"We'll find you ice and water in the same place." Walter stood up and leaned down to help Nadia up. "Come with me. (http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/50835.html)"