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| Gryllidae [Vorkael]; -Potential Violence Warning | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 10 2011, 01:53 AM (1,018 Views) | |
| Vor | Sep 22 2011, 11:52 PM Post #26 |
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A vampire in control of his urges
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(whee some powerplay lol but obvs got permission just from now on, anyone who reads threads between us, that powerplaying is...not, cuz we talk about it xD) "Of course not. I'll help you any way I can," he told her, smiling slightly. "If only you'd take some blood for those abrasions..." He could feel the tenseness in her body. Apparently she'd forgotten she did this before, or it didn't matter what she'd done when she wasn't quite there anyways. Either way, he just shook his head slightly and got to the rock, slinging the bow and quiver over his back with some difficulty since he had only one hand. But he managed it, then offered her her pack to put on herself, and then they were walking through the woods, and onto and along the path. After a few more moments of silence, he asked her, "Why do you insist on letting the pain rule you? You...defended yourself. Not only your life, but I'm going to assume your virtue too. You have nothing to be sorry for, not with all the lives you've already saved, and the lives you continue to try to save. You shouldn't make yourself suffer because of another man's corrupted heart." Well, someone was poetic tonight. "And you're uncomfortable," he continued after a few seconds. "I can tell. If you'd drink some of my blood you'd heal and you wouldn't have to lean on me..." Edited by Vor, Sep 22 2011, 11:52 PM.
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| Nevneni | Sep 23 2011, 07:30 AM Post #27 |
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Asperges me hysopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.
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Nevneni shook her head, and relaxed a little, hearing how willing he was to help. They walked in silence for a while, and Nevneni felt herself slipping into that comforting cycle of walking, step by step. She began to ignore the pain, instead slipped into a trance, counting her steps. Vorkael's word brought her to earth. She chewed her lip and found herself close to crying again- she had just escaped those thoughts and now they came back. She began to talk, her voice coming out strangely loud, as if wrenched from her throat: "My mother, Alleis, taught me how to be a healer. When she deemed me full-fledged in my abilities, when I was twenty-five, she made me swear an oath. It was the same one her mother had her take when she had learned the craft- to do no harm to others, only help them, regardless of what the world thought." The pains in her body and mind washed back over her, an acidic tide. She felt tears coming back. "So I've done just that- I saved a murderer from illness once, because it was my duty. There were plenty of people who, in the face of death, told me dark secrets that were terrible...terrible. But I took care of them. And some of them lived." She let out a long teary sigh, her voice falling to a soft quaver. "And now I've killed someone. It goes against everything-" she paused to sob quietly "-everything I've done. Sworn I'd do." Again, in her emotional state, she forgot about the boundaries she normally placed around herself and leaned against Vorkael, the dampness of his shirt against her cheek. "So...no...I need to suffer for it. And I need scars to remember." |
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| Vor | Sep 24 2011, 01:29 PM Post #28 |
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(Hey we need to talk about the length...twss >_> but of the thread, it seems like it might almost be over? I'll be on when you get up, though you'll prolly notice that before you see this anyways, so wheeeeee -posts [crappy post] instead of rambling-) He almost felt like laughing at how quickly she let the walls fall from around her because she was crying. But he didn't truly feel like laughing; that was just a response of exasperation and confusion. Regardless, he didn't mind. He could feel the heat from just her face soaking in through the shirt and to his cool skin. Her arm was a welcome warmth too. "Okay," he said quietly in response. "You won't budge in your opinions on this matter, and I'm certainly not forcing you to do anything. So I guess you will have to suffer. Luckily they're not too bad, and I don't think they'll form scars, but you are more of a healer than me. I only know the effects of my blood on wounds, and you're not having that, so you're more likely right." "What am I going to do with you," he murmured, perhaps inaudible to her ears, his tone not quite serious. This would have been a place to laugh, but it felt wrong when she was crying. |
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