sortinghat_rp | Second Trigger Warning

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I'm not entirely certain what kind of illusion this is, but it is a very convincing one. A...very. Convincing one. I have no idea how it was accomplished, but whoever did it should be commended for their creativity, as well as for their talent.

[Filtered to Sal]
Sal, something's happened.
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I'm n9t entirely certain what kind 9f illusi9n this is, 6ut it is a very c9nvincing 9ne. A...very. C9nvincing 9ne. I have n9 idea h9w it was acc9mplished, 6ut wh9ever did it sh9uld 6e c9mmended f9r their creativity, as well as f9r their talent.

[Filtered to Sal]
Sal, s9mething's happened.
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[He need not worry about the loss of contact, because when he says that her hand touches his back, between his shoulder blades, and she lightly guides him to one of the beds, helping him up into it. Once he's settled, she sits next to him]

Do you remember anything strange, before this happened?

...No, it's like I woke up.

Which is strange in and of itself, considering I don't...I didn't? Have to sleep. Nor am I certain when I must have blacked out, as I do a poor job of keeping track of the time, for the most part.

I was just...

[Thinking of how cold he always felt. Remembering Dolores' arms around his spectral form, unable to hug her back because he would pass right through. Or the look on Salvador's face when he first saw him like...that. Wondering how things could have been different, how things might be different if he could only feel close to his loved ones again.]

Just.. what, sweetheart?

[She can't help herself - she puts one arm around him, gripping his shoulder, gently holding him against her side while he talks. She knows she ought to be checking him over, but right now she doesn't trust herself to be able to do her job effectively]

[He tenses a little when he's pulled against her side, but he lets it happen because he's still riding this high of being able to feel, of having a body, that his old qualms about contact are diminished at best.

Still, being touched scatters his thoughts and he goes quiet for a moment to draw them all back together and attempt to come up with a diplomatic way to express them.]

I had been caught up in regret, is all. It is an ennui that frequently befalls the corporeally dispossessed, particularly when they are still surrounded by living persons of their old life. It's funny how something so simple as human contact can be so easily taken for granted, until you're facing an eternity without the possibility of it.

The last thing that I clearly remember thinking was what would I do if I had a second chance.

And then I woke up like this.

[Ah, and she'll take advantage of it while he'll let her hug him like this. She'd missed it - how those rare times when he would allow a hug would feel. She'd missed it without realising just what she was missing. Kankri had never needed her in the same way that Sal did, but she had always thought that, in his own way, he'd had some affection for her.

It's strange to hear such old words coming from someone who looks so young, but she listens, circling her thumb over his shoulder. She's utterly at a loss - something like this defies even most magical explanation.

Without a word she stands, and checks him over to the best of her abilities - everything she knows, both Muggle and Magic, but it all points to the undeniable fact that he is very much alive and she has no idea why]

... I can't tell you how long this will last, darling. It's very possible that it won't be permanent.

[Kankri stays uncharacteristically quiet when Dolores stands and begins the wandwork and quiet incantations that are meant to diagnose. He can't deny the way his pulse starts to race as she nears the end, the expression on her face still unreadable.

When the verdict is delivered, he feels less disappointed than he probably should.]

I wasn't expecting that it would be, to be honest. I would be quite disappointed in all that I've heard about the permanence of death if it could be undone like a prison sentence after so many years.

...But for now, I'm alive again, right?

For now, you are alive again.

[She smiles, though it's sad, and she cups his cheek then drops a kiss to his forehead despite likely huffiness and protests. Then, she leaves him be, happy just to have had that short amount of contact. It isn't something she'll forget]

I think that I should allow you to go and enjoy it.

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