Donald
They both set down their phones at the same time.

Often were their conversations to one another through the intranet, even when in the same room together. Funny that. Anja never really minded the silent conversations, though. Best of two worlds. Speaking to Amelie and the quiet.

Inside the greenhouse Anja and Amelie meet again. If today was a colder than yesterday, Anja couldn't tell. They were all the same to her. The summers only made the heat worse. A theory is supposedly being proven here. Anja was focused on Amelie's hands. Freezing cold, as told by their owners.
Could a walking sun provide warmth to a living corpse? Could an unending heat really feel a freezing touch?
Is this even going to work in the first place? *Was this worth the many, many risks?*

She shifts. This was insane. She knew this was too quick to put on her. But... She has to try.
"I am sorry to ask again. Nerves, I believe." Anja looks from Amelie's hands to her eye. "Are you okay with this?"
She doesn't want an out. But the idea of her forcing Amelie into this is sneaking around her head. She doesn't want to ruin anything, and this already felt like way too far of a step over boundaries.
But... She did say she wants to try. Right?
God please give her this chance. A silent prayer for the uncaring. Her hands feel like they're already shaking intensely, yet they sat in her lap.
Dennis
The bouquet was put down behind Amelie, it's reds, white, and purples behind her head has if taunting her with what she's doing. She's staring at Anja with something akin to a glare, she's terrified of doing this truly but she needs to do something. This is for herself, this is for trying to do better. Amelies hands twitched, it was mostly what she couldn't do for Tejal or her sisters. 

It's cold, it's always been cold since that night. It's only gotten worse and worse yet worse. She felt colder than a corpse, she didn't know how she was still alive most of all. She didn't know what the sun truly felt like, the most heat she'd ever felt was from Owen and it was only seconds before she had burgeoned herself.
It was worth everything and more, she needed this. *She needed this.*

Amelie frowned, her hands clenched in front of her. She puts her hands forward and opens them, they're frail and more gnaut skin over bone than anything. They're covered with sterilized bandages her fingers and palms, all tender and more fatal parts of her covered in bandages. Amelie reminds herself how many times her vision has gone dark. 
"Of course."
 Her sinew looking fingers twitch. 
"Do it or it will never be done, Frau leta. I need this."

Amelie looks at Anja dead on, focusing everything on her instead of how she already looks as though she's ready to be lowered into her tomb.
"An angel had grabbed me and for a long moment I didn't hurt her."
Amelie murmurs quieter, repeating the last part of that sentence breathlessly as if she couldn't believe it. 
"*I* Didn't *Hurt* Her."
Amelie goes silent, she waits there on the floor of the greenhouse with her hands open and waiting palms upwards, she never meant harm.
Donald
The bouquet compliments her. Like a halo of flowers lightly rolling into place behind her.
They're both terrified. Anja is supposed to willingly touch what may just cause both women to need to visit the nurse tonight.
Something else is biting at her courage. The last time she reached for another girl's hand was... Tanya. It felt like betrayal. Like she didn't deserve what this was leading to. But she had to leave. She had to. She couldn't keep hurting her.
This... She couldn't leave. Not this time. Anja *Needed this as well.*
But it wasn't just for the cold from Amelie.

She looks down at Amelie's hands. She wanted to study them. She wanted to trace her fingertips across them and learn what her hands felt like. Amelie speaks. She hesitates. Looking back up to Amelie, she nods, slowly.
"I... Of course."
She's still hesitating. Why? Why now? This is what she's been thinking about after every visit. Every time they talk, she has thought about how this moment would come and *Now* She hesitates?

"You- You didn't?" A light gasp escapes her, genuine surprise crossing over her face, in all the times she's met her, not even she was able to find a time, she ignores the angel meeting part. "That is good, Amelie. Really."
It really was the chance to.
Anja just needed to move her hand.

Her unbandaged hand reaches out, instinctively.
Slowly, she reaches out to her hands, placing her sunkissed fingertips on top of Amelie's palm, pressing lightly as to avoid setting off the possible bone jaws of the trap that hid beneath her skin. Her fingers are warm to the touch, like pressing the back of the hand to someone's feverish head. Like the blushing that was flushing over her face. Thank goodness for the feverish red that kisses her face already. She only hoped Amelie didn't notice.
If a trap was not sprung, she lightly spreads her fingertips across her palm, letting the warmth melt into her hand.
Dennis
Amelies hand to another felt like death itself, colder than the space above, scars littering her palm like a garden only maintained by the owner of said scars. Amelie's herself? She has felt nothing, absolutely nothing when Anja tentatively spread her fingers onto her hand. 

She wanted to feel something, anything she begged herself. She watched as bone began to sprout slowly from her wrist. There was heat, there was definitely something hot. She felt a deep frown form on her face, she should've known this would happen her nerves are too damaged for anything to really be sent. 

Amelie was too busy staring at their hands to notice the brighter flush on Anja's face. She didn't know what to think, did she accomplished what she wanted. Maybe this is for the better. 

She was silent in watching the bones wrap around one another in Amelies effort to not hurt Anja. She spoke for a second even if her voice came out dizzy and estranged from her raspy tone. 

"I'm sorry."
Donald
Anja felt the chill touch of near-death. But it wasn't a frightening shock that met her. It was something new to her own nerves. But even the cold touch of space that sat surface on Amelie's hand began to absorb the heat. Her own kept feeding into it, and they began to match, even with the others sense's not feeling it. It wasn't... Exactly what she was hoping for. 
Feeling her fingertips lightly travel across the scarred palm she is completely focused on the journey that she doesn't really realize the stress Amelie goes through. Until she speaks.

Looking up, her hand flinches back. "...Did it not work? If so, I am sorry as well." She wanted to keep going. Keep trying. Having this moment mean *Something* More than just stress to her. But she knew this was already way too far. 

She leaves the palm unharmed but missing something. She was hoping to feel an immense cold. A cold that would pull the heat from her, leave her with a moment to feel true cold. Something like an oppressive blizzard, falling into an ice bath, or breaking through the thin ice layer of the lake underneath her. Perhaps she should try an ice bath on another impossibly warm day.

She looks at her hands, now wringed together, disappointed in her loose faith. "I- I do apologize, truly. I did not mean to lead you astray into thinking this would work. I did not want to try something too... Over the line?" Sheepishly, she admits it. "I was going to clasp your hand." 
Failure, again, Anja should atleast give her the option to be left alone. "If you wish to not try anymore, I understand. I do appreciate the opportunity."
If only she had just... Tried. Damnit, she was still scared.
This was too much for Amelie, though. She was already dizzy from possibly holding everything back.
Dennis
She was distraught, perturbed, shattered from thought. She thought after all this time after all this pain she'd feel something, so that she can at least see that light. She saw nothing, frustrated in this deep ocean that she found herself at the bottom of that she wished to breach the surface of. 

Muscle slowly climbed up the surface of the bone that encroached past her sleeves and fingers, they interlaced and covered eachother before pulling the bone back into her skin.
A small bleeding scar left in it's wake, Amelie was just staring at what was left as it fell to the ground. Is this all she deserved? More confusion, everything was cold again. What was she supposed to do? Why does it still come back to taunt her so. 

Bones ripped from her wrists again and entered her gaze again. Beastly shapes in lines of stained white and Amelie was *Enraged*. She ripped them from her wrists one by one, grunts of pain and stifled cries of anguish in her hears, she knows it's just her. 
It's just her. It always has been. 

Bone snapped and broken and scattered across the ground before her. After a long minute it was done, her wrists were shaking but they were free just for a moment. 
Everything was so cold, she did it she deserved it. 

She reached for Anja's face when her bloodied palms reached Anja's face it finally burned so cold it hurt. It was so cold, why wasn't her face hot. Amelie opened her mouth to say something and for a second, nothing was said. Another second another wave of cold that hurt painfully. 

"Thank you, Anja." 

She said before her hands were off, Anja's face wasn't stained with blood; it felt sticky as it just stayed with Amelie. She grabbed the table and huffed as she began to stand.

She took her crutch and the bouquet; the bones on the floor scattered and making the greenhouse look like a ritual area. 

"I... I am sorry. You're most likely going to be traumatized by this, please. Go seek the nurse."

That cold was mostly gone, it wasn't stifling but Amelie was horrifcally worried for Anja. She refused to allow herself to hurt her again, she probably did. 
Amelie frowned, looking Anja over with a worried look.
Donald
If she wasn't already sitting on her legs, she would've stumbled backwards.
Was this caused by her holding back? Because she touched her? Why did she allow this experiment to even happen? What made her trust her in the first place?
Anja stared unblinkingly at the sight in front of her, a woman fighting her own body as it reprimanded her choice to try and let someone close once again. She flinches at every snap of a bone as it gets tossed away. 

During the moment of silence, she quietly creaks out. "Miss... What can I-"
She's interrupted by Amelie's hand on her face.
She's burning hot. Like opening the oven door after the timer has gone off. The cold of Amelie's hand is like a splash of ice water against her face. A gasp escapes her.
Anja, without thinking, places her hand against Amelie's. She wishes it stayed there forever. 
But she lets her let go.
"...Of course."

She stands herself, eyes flicking from one discarded bone to another. Like an enraged archaeologist lost their mind.
She picks up her phone, and lightly dusts her dress.
"I... Right."
Shouldn't she see the nurse? This shouldn't just be Anja's visit. She was unharmed.
She didn't want to leave.

Her body turns for the door. A hand places on the doorknob.
She turns again, facing Amelie.
"I- I would like to try again."
She's stumbling over her words. Both the shock of the touch and the sight of the greenhouse is getting to her.
"I do not wish for this to be our only attempt. I would- I would like to try again. Please."
Her jaw shudders. She needs to leave. 
She still can't.
*"Please."*
Dennis
Amelie stood still in the middle of the greenhouse looking displaced but the bone and blood made it look as though she was made here. She looked like a deer exposed to the instant heat death of a well travelled road in night. Amelie frowns and puts herself back together while clutching the bouquet tighter. Anja looks desperate and it's throwing every thought off it's careful axel. 

"I hear you, Anja."

Amelie speaks cautiously.

"I hear you."

She coughs a little into her shoulder before speaking again, the cough itself sounding wet and painful. 

"Perhaps later, I need to clean the greenhouse up. If you'd allow me." 

She isn't sure of Anja's thoughts at all but she looks positively crazed, different from the look she usually sports and it's... Something else. She dosent think Anja has noticed yet quite the relief, she'll take this to the grave. 

Amelie raises her hand to brush something off her skirt before realizing yet again that her hands were layered in about an inch of coagulated blood. Grimacing, she shuffles abit before speaking once more. 

"Please leave, gather your thoughts. Make sure you're alright."
Donald
She can hear her own heartbeat in her eardrums.

"Right, of course. I'm sorry." Anja shakes her head. "I am not being myself. Apologies."
She *Was* Being herself, though. A messy, desperate person who would rather make a fool of herself in front of someone just so she doesn't find a way out. Because this time she doesn't want a way out.
She's awful.

It was time to go.
"I will let you be. Sorry for bothering you, miss."
She finally opens the door to the greenhouse, quickly she slips past the door, it closes almost as soon as it was open.

God. She really was in it now. If anything could've been brushed aside as just a delusion that was from overworked nights was really confirmed to be something.
She could feel something in her stomach. Insect wings slowly dissolved in the acid.
Anja turns back to face the greenhouse. She might want help right? That was a lot of bones.
No.
She needs to just keep walking.
She digs her fingernails into her palm and finds the nearest door. She can't embarrass herself further.
Wiping at her eyes, she keeps walking.
Dennis
Amelie almost forgone her crutch to grab at Anja the second she belittled herself. She stayed though, rooted in her own misguidance like a rotted tree. 

"You're fine, it dosent matter if you are or are not. I just don't want to hurt you."
Amelie frowned a second after Anja spoke for a second time. 
"You could never bother me..."

With that Anja was gone. 
She could have said more she could have done more. She didn't and she feels she has failed for it. An insufferable child at her finest hour. A fool. 

Amelie put down the bouquet, she didn't know why she grabbed it in the first place... A comfort maybe. She bent down and started gathering the multitude of bones that lay scattered on the floor. She could have asked for help but she knew it'd be too much for Anja, it silently reminded Amelie of the fact Anja was the person who found her barely alive. 

The flowers were nice if not suffocation currently, they stood still without wind. More stable than could have ever been. 

Amelie frowns as she gathers all the bones into one arm, she needs to apologize. To some people at least. She put them in a trash bin before grabbing a mop to clean the blood. This was only going to take but a moment she swears.