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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:06:54 GMT -5
He finished up putting a drunken Earnur to bed and shook his head. Taking Earnur's disgusting clothes and tossing them in the hamper, he eyed the man and laughed, wincing in immense pain. There was blood everywhere and he walked out and rushed into his room, right across from Earnur's and then grabbing a sweing needle, took the first string he saw, which was not too thin, but not very thick, and he eyeballed the gash and sewed it loosely with a few stitches and then his head bobbed up and down, still losing blood. His vision blurred, and he dropped the needle and his body slumped down onto the floor with a loud thud as he passed out.
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Post by Laitalënéca Táralóm on Sept 22, 2005 22:11:15 GMT -5
She had heard a lot of commotion outside but decided to just ignore it, because it was probably the guard, but something just didnt feel right to her. She hurried to the hallway and heard a bit of grunts coming from Cirdan's room and wondered what was going on. She bit her lower lip, and knocked on his door, but when he didnt open, she panicked and walked inside. When she looked she saw a blotches of blood in certain parts, and her breathe almost escaped her as she hurried to Cirdan. He was on the floor, and she quickly put his head on her lap. She looked at the scar wondering what the hell had happened. She started using her dress as a cloth and wiped the blood from it, trying to remember a healing spell her mother had taught her. She wasnt sure if she was saying the right spell, but it would stop the bleeding in the list and she started speaking the words.
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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:13:51 GMT -5
He groaned and opened his eyes, seeing a blurry outline and sighed, still in pain, the gash still very much open, not sealed up at all and he grunted, holding her hand out of instinct.
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Post by Laitalënéca Táralóm on Sept 22, 2005 22:15:45 GMT -5
She squeezed his hand tightly, finishing the spell. She wanted to make sure he knew she wasnt ging anywhere. She picked up the needle, and eyed him. "I'm going to finish stitching it up, Cirdan."
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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:17:02 GMT -5
He nodded and clenched his teeth, but he had gone through pain before, he could keep enduring more and he just nodded again and mumbled what sounded like a go.
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Post by Laitalënéca Táralóm on Sept 22, 2005 22:19:40 GMT -5
She put the needle against his skin then punctured it, going as slowly and gently as possible. She moved it about his skin with meticulous detail and carefulness. Looking at him every so often. She would wipe the excess blood with her dress, and when she finally finished she put the needle away. "What happened, Cirdan?" She said frowning.
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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:21:43 GMT -5
"Didn't pay attention, was sloppy...went out with dad." He nodded and then sat up, leaning against his desk, rubbing his head. He had a splitting headache.
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Post by Laitalënéca Táralóm on Sept 22, 2005 22:23:33 GMT -5
"Didnt pay attention to what?" She looked at him quizically. "Let me rub your forehead." She eyed him curiously wondering where he and her uncle had gone off to.
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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:25:30 GMT -5
"The demons that were at the pub and stuff. Dad's asleep now though, I took care of him, sleeping like a baby, even if he'll wake tomorrow with a splitting headache, teach him a little lesson." He nodded and then eyed her."Rub my forehead? Won't that make it worse?"
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Post by Laitalënéca Táralóm on Sept 22, 2005 22:27:51 GMT -5
"You both went to a demon bar." She shook her head sighing slightly. "Next time be more careful." She shrugged. "Not if I make sure to use one of my spells to stop it completely." She saw a spot of blood, and slid her finger across his face, eyeing the blood and licked it.
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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:29:04 GMT -5
"Ew, that's sick Laita." He frowned and then just kept quiet about what he wanted to ask and just laid back again, closing his eyes."Yeah...he wanted to go, not me. Even if I wanted to go too."
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Post by Laitalënéca Táralóm on Sept 22, 2005 22:32:16 GMT -5
She watched herself, wondering why she had gotten such a certain urge for blood, but just shrugged the thought away. She sighed slightly. "Well the next time you both go, be a bit more careful, the last thing I want is to worry about the two men I love."
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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:35:36 GMT -5
"You what? Of course we'll be careful, we were careful enough, but I just had to get out of there with him as quick as I could." He nodded and then rubbed his wound, shaking his head."I probably look horribly similar to a troll."
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Post by Laitalënéca Táralóm on Sept 22, 2005 22:38:18 GMT -5
She sighed inwardly wondering why she had let that slip. She looked to him and shook her head. "It's nothing." She looked at the other blotches of blood on the floor, and felt that urge rise again. "No, you dont look like troll." She clasped her hands together.
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Post by Círdan Dariel on Sept 22, 2005 22:39:13 GMT -5
"That's good, and you did say something, but I won't chase it." He nodded and opened his eyes again, looking at her."I sense uneasiness, what is it?" He frowned.
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