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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 8, 2013 12:05:50 GMT -6
This just wasn't going to end well for him. No matter how he tried to think around that, it was glaringly obvious and taunted him with the knowledge that, yep, he was going to die. He was going to die and it was going to be painful, and he really didn't want to die but hey, that wasn't his call anymore because life wanted to be a bitch to him. Looking back on it, he could clearly see it was his fault. Just because he saw that didn't mean he wanted to accept it. The way those guys were eying him at the bar should have tipped him off. He failed in doing a job they expected and should have just ran instead of trying to smooth it over. Had he run, he might've made it far enough away to disappear. No, idiot that he was, he wanted to talk it out. Yeah, because that worked so freaking well. Now he couldn't feel his legs and he was relatively positive that if he breathed too much, one of his lungs would end up collapsing. The sheer amount of blood leaking from his multitude of wounds made it difficult to tell that there was a ton of dry blood too. Grinning through the pain, Elwyn rolled onto his back and stared up at the moonlight as it filtered down from the leaves of the trees. So many trees... where was he? This didn't look like the place he had been earlier. There might've been a boat or something, but trying to remember that just brought a headache. Laughing weakly, he touched his forehead. "Good night as any to die."★ tempest riveria
★ time to start corrupting the faerie |
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Post by Tempest Riveria on Sept 8, 2013 12:42:06 GMT -6
The moment he saw the other male lying prone on the ground with his blood on, rather than in, his body, he had a single thought: leave him there. It was as solid and wise a thought as any, mostly because whatever trouble this man had gotten himself into, it wasn't something that he needed to trouble himself with. He could easily turn around and find a different path. He looked close to death, in any case, and once he had died he would be food for the animals. A circle. Wasn't that how it was supposed to go? Of course, that wasn't what Tempest did. He didn't turn and walk away to find another path. He didn't even continue on, though he could have easily done that too. No, what he did was quite different, though every thought in his head advised against it. Stepping over to the man, he knelt down a bit right beside him and reached up to push his hat back slightly. A gloved hand moved forward towards his face, though it stopped short of touching him and merely hovered right above his eyes and nose. If nothing else, the soft green glow from behind him should have been enough to catch the injured man's attention. "What happened to you?" he asked, his sonorous, monotone voice carrying easily in the quiet of the woods despite the fact that he was keeping the volume down. Asking if he was all right was pointless, because he clearly wasn't. Asking if he needed help was also pointless, because he clearly did. "If you cannot walk on your own, then I will assist you, but I cannot carry you."★ elwyn summers
★ this man is probably full of disease
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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 8, 2013 13:13:04 GMT -6
White. Something white. Something white and moving, and with a nice smell to it. Kind of reminded him of herbs and plants and trees and that soap that women liked to use with all of those mixed scents in them. Or maybe vanilla. Might've just been vanilla. Either way, it made his stomach kick him painfully (because he clearly needed more pain) and remind him that he had yet to eat anything today. ...or yesterday. ...when was the last time he ate a decent meal? No wonder his stomach wanted to throw a revolution and take control of him. Which it did. Unfortunately. Worst timing too. That unknown white thing suddenly became the world's most delicious dumpling. Meat and spices (screw the vegetables) mixed together and steamed to utter perfection. He wanted to reach out and pull it closer to him in order to dig in, but that meant moving his arms. Besides, he was fairly certain that it was a glowing dumpling that spoke to him. Touching it might mean he ended up with some sort of terrible curse. Using his mouth would have to do for now. "Aaaah~n!" With that, Elwyn leaned up in a quick rush and opened his mouth, trying to take a chomp of the wonderful dumpling. The fact that it felt less like a dumpling and more like a glove quickly alarmed him, leading his frazzled brain to work hastily on piecing together all of the bits he somehow missed due to his hunger, pain-induced fogginess. ...whoops. "Swry." The muffled word would still be easy to understand. Muffled, naturally, because he had yet to lean back down. "...s'glowin'. Fa'ri?"★ tempest riveria
★ if I was him, I would've left him <w< |
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Post by Tempest Riveria on Sept 8, 2013 13:29:02 GMT -6
Ah, excellent. He wasn't just dealing with an injured man, he was also delusional and quite possibly dangerous. Tempest stared down at the man with a dull expression before snapping his hand back quickly, obviously without a care to whether or not it would cause the man harm to do so. "Yes. I am a faerie," he answered, adjusting his glove quickly and inspecting it to make sure it hadn't been too thoroughly contaminated before looking back down at the stranger. "And you are a terribly injured person. Now that I have spoken to you I cannot, in good conscience, leave you here. However, if you insist on biting me again, I will be forced to conveniently misplace you."
There was no way he was going to be able to walk on his own, and Tempest realized this quickly, much to his own chagrin. Sighing quietly, he reached forward and seized one of the man's arms, hauling it up over his shoulder and getting to his feet. Being larger than most other faeries in stature and the breadth of his shoulders, he was at least able to haul the other to his feet. Of course, if he started collapsing, it would be another matter entirely. If nothing else, Tempest had no intention of going down with him. "Just try to keep your wits about you long enough to return to my home. It is not a far walk and I will lay you down when we arrive."★ elwyn summers
★ food should not be eaten with the fingers. the fingers should be eaten separately.
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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 8, 2013 16:05:57 GMT -6
Oh, hey, so he was a faerie. Kind of cool to bump into one in the middle of nowhere like this. Glowy, shiny, pretty. Ngh, his head was killing him and his thoughts felt so short and chaotic. Trying to gather his wits about him took a few moments of concentration. It allowed him to realize he was being lifted up, so that counted as a good thing. In the near future, he could use grogginess as an excuse for the words that left his mouth. "You're pretty broad for a faerie." While not as insulting as other words could be, people took offense to the strangest things. His voice being clearer once he was pulled upright suggested that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't going to die the terrible death that he believed he would. Drats, he even had a wonderful dying speech in his mind for whoever stumbled across him to hear his last words. It involved a lot of wild flailing and breaking out into song. Such a thing would rank up there as one of the best dying speeches ever and people would appreciate it a whole lot more due to what an amazing person he was. Ooof. Okay, time to stop thinking and just limp along, because that headache... well... hurt. Imagine that. For the duration of the walk, Elwyn was unusually silent. His breathing came out ragged and every few minutes he slowed down to cough violently. No blood escaped his mouth, pointing at hopeful signs. It was amazing consciousness hadn't left him entirely. He felt dead on his feet and couldn't tell if he really walked or just kind of shuffled behind the man holding him upright. "Sorry 'bout this... tell you what. I'll make you breakfast. S'only right to do when sleeping over." He grimaced and touched his tongue to the roof of his mouth a few times. Bit of blood, but not from coughing it up. Damn tooth might be knocked loose. "Name's Elwyn. Elwyn Summers."★ tempest riveria
★ but what about finger sandwiches |
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Post by Tempest Riveria on Sept 8, 2013 21:55:21 GMT -6
Tempest was perfectly content not talking on the way back to his house, and he didn't seem to particularly mind slowing down every few minutes, though he did make sure to angle his body to avoid any potential splatter of blood. The "house" only took about ten minutes to reach; despite his position in the town, he preferred to live on the edge of it to minimize people coming to him for every tiny problem. It was getting him up to the house that was the problem, what with all of the citizens of the town living up in the trees, and without the option of carrying him or him scaling it... ...well, they had installed wooden elevating platforms on rope contraptions for this sort of thing. Maybe not this sort of thing, but- he was overthinking everything again. His home was modest, particularly for one who practically ran Meridell, but it was well suited to his purposes. Upon entering the main living, he laid the man on the couch and waved his hand to disperse the books and papers he had lying around. They returned to their shelves and the desk in the corner, respectively, leaving him more room to work on the invalid. "I am Tempest Riveria, Councillor of Meridell," he said, the title flowing with his name as naturally as it ever had since he had first acquired his position. "An apology is unnecessary, unless this was something you have done to yourself, which seems highly doubtful. I am also rather skeptical of the claim that you will be capable of standing long enough to cook by tomorrow morning. Wait here a moment."
Stepping into the bathroom, it took no time to acquire the first aid kit, though he was uncertain as to whether it would be enough. If he had to summon a doctor for this... those were questions he didn't want to answer, particularly as he was well known for being unsociable. Returning to Elwyn, he said, "You will have to disrobe to at least the waist if I am to treat your wounds. Will you be capable of performing this task unassisted?" He wasn't going to start stripping some stranger in his living room. ★ elwyn summers
★ they are the exception, rather than the rule
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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 9, 2013 11:51:20 GMT -6
The village in the forest surprised him. He knew of settlements that preferred to be built in the same sort of location, but never before had he seen one that used the trees in such a fashion. How practical was it? By the looks of, very. A few glowing lights in the distance alerted him of others nearby. Were those faeries too? They looked much smaller, so it might be safe to assume it was their alternate form. Pretty little things. The way they fluttered around mesmerized him. His attention flickered away from examining the room to instead listening fully to the man named Tempest. One dark eyebrow arched and traces of amusement leaked through. "Hey, I'm not going to stop you from helping me take my clothes off. If you like what you see, the pants are easy enough to remove too." Despite his arms feeling like lead and every cell in his body screaming loud protests at more movement, he managed to peel off his shirt caked in blood away from his skin. Elwyn winced, pausing to suck in a deep breath, and forced himself to rip the last bit of it away. A sharp hiss followed the action. Having it dried and matted to a dirty wound didn't make his life any easier. "You've got a pretty fancy title. Is that why you're all dressed up?" He focused on his breathing, working to keep it even and steady. "Or did I interrupt you getting ready for a night out on the town?"★ tempest riveria
★ because tempest is such a party animal. rawr~ |
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Post by Tempest Riveria on Sept 9, 2013 12:42:27 GMT -6
Tempest arched one eyebrow at Elwyn's proposition, the largest shift in his expression thusfar, but he made absolutely no other comment. It wasn't worth acknowledging. When he saw the extent of the wounds and the state of them, he retreated again, returning with a basin of water and a clean towel. "No, this is simply my typical manner of dress," he said as he pulled a chair over, setting the basin on a nearby table. He removed his hat, gloves, and topcoat, sending them to their proper place with a flick of his wrist before sitting himself in the chair. "Though, as leader of Meridell and liaison to Their Majesties in Avalon, I suppose it would be expected for my appearance to differ from the expected." He wasn't under any delusions of the wild nature of his brethren, and he did admit that he too could succumb to such behavior under the proper circumstances, but such a thing simply had not happened for a very, very long time. Rolling his sleeves up, he wet the cloth in the basin and began carefully toweling away the dirt and dried blood around Elwyn's wounds. "What exactly happened to you?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the task at hand. "Were you set upon in the forest by bandits? This is not the work of wild animals, and you were too far removed from any tavern for it to be a simple drunken brawl."★ elwyn summers
★ tempest likes to go clubbing. totally.
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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 9, 2013 14:50:30 GMT -6
Everything about the faerie felt overly formal. Under different circumstances, he would actively enjoy seeing how much effort it would take to get under the other male's skin. Considering his race and position, there was a good chance he had some years on him. That just made it a challenge to look forward to at a later time. For now he would just keep focusing on his breathing and examining the little things he could, like that brief eyebrow raise. Any reaction was a good reaction in his book. The feeling of the wet cloth moving over his bare skin didn't hurt as much as he expected it to. He couldn't tell if that was good or bad; sure, it still hurt and everything felt sore, but it wasn't a jarring, glaring pain. Had he adapted to it and just blocked out some of the pain signals? Mm, numbness. That probably wasn't a good thing in the long run. "I didn't know I was even in a forest for a huge chunk of time. You came on in and saved my life. Joking aside, I owe you big time for this. I'll find a way to return the favor." If he had a more romantic heart, he would have liked to say it was a fated meeting. Considering he was the leader of this village and out wandering around, fate probably had nothing to do with it. Sheer dumb luck did. Still, kind of nice to think of things like that from time to time, if only in his moments of feeling floaty and sleepy like this. "Anyway, simple drunken brawl is close to the truth. A few of my friends got too drunk and started a fight. Stupid me thought it would be a good idea to step in... and... you see how that turned out. Guess they tried to carry me to help and something happened. Jareth's enough of a bastard to have gone off chasing some elven behind while letting me bleed out."★ tempest riveria
★ tempest and theris should go to a club together |
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Post by Tempest Riveria on Sept 9, 2013 16:15:04 GMT -6
Ah, so it really was something as simple as all of that. Honestly, his need for Elwyn to speak wasn't because he was even moderately concerned with the other male's state; he needed him conscious, and the easiest way to keep him conscious was to keep him talking. After all, if he was concussed, leaving him to sleep would be a terrible idea. Nodding vaguely, he kept wiping away blood and dirt, dipping the cloth in the basin of water to clean it, and wiping away blood and dirt, repeat. It didn't take long for the water to turn a muddy color, but by the time it had, most of the other man's injuries were at least cleaned. "You have lost a great deal of blood," Tempest conceded as he took a second cloth and applied a greenish, herbal-smelling ointment to it, beginning to treat the actual injuries themselves in order to prevent them from getting any worse than they already were. If he hadn't already gotten an infection, he would be impressed. The ointment itself would help to soothe any inflammation that would come with the cleaning. A quiet sigh escaped him as he continued. "I have a spare bedroom. You are welcome to use it for the time that you are recovering. It will be more efficient than attempting to move you to a clinic."★ elwyn summers
★ he'd be okay once elwyn got him drunk. maybe.
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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 9, 2013 17:05:57 GMT -6
Whatever that stuff was, it smelled really nice. The scent of herbs tended to be overpowering and medicinal for a lot of people. For him, he loved the earthiness of the scent. It reminded him of things from long ago, of things that the passage of time would never erase. If he ever settled down and put some roots in the ground, having a fresh herb garden would be up there on his list of this to do. Needless to say, he found no complaints in letting the faerie move the cloth around his bare torso. It felt better than the washing bit did, what with all that caked dirt and blood making it feel like he wanted to peel strips of skin off. The scent of the herbs wasn't the only thing to soothe him. Just the feeling of the gel caused his eyes to grow heavy, relief washing over him and beckoning him with promises of sleeping peacefully tonight. In the house of a stranger. Nope, didn't bother him one bit. "Are you sure you want to offer that? For all you know I could be a crazy ax murderer who is going to strike once you fall asleep." With the condition he was in, he'd be lucky if he could move out of bed tomorrow, let along get the jump on the one tending to him. "Careful. I have the habit of getting comfortable and being the kind of guest that overstays my welcome."★ tempest riveria
★ oh, he'll get him drunk eventually ;D no worries there |
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Post by Tempest Riveria on Sept 10, 2013 11:03:16 GMT -6
"Yes, well, provided you actually find an axe to murder me with in this house, I will make certain to sleep with one eye open," Tempest said without the faintest trace of concern in his voice. Adjusting Elwyn with one hand, it took very little time to actually bandage him up and make sure that he wasn't going to start bleeding all over everything again. With the white cloth tied securely around his torso, arms, shoulders, neck, and not to mention the smaller ones on his face... Well, it was something of a shock that he had managed to make it this far. "We will discuss the terms of your stay when you have actually begun recovery. For now, you need sleep in order to begin replacing the blood that you have lost." Getting to his feet, he helped Elwyn up again and into the spare bedroom. He was glad, honestly, that he had actually kept it a bedroom. It was usually only used for Avalon dignitaries when they visited and didn't want to stay in the local housing, but that happened just often enough to keep him from turning it into a study or something of that nature. Sighing, he helped the other man lay down on the bed. "...there are actually several things that we will need to get sorted, such as clothing for you that is not full of holes or soaked in blood. But again, that can wait until tomorrow." As well as eating, which he would definitely need to do once he had rested. "I saw no head injury on you, at least, so you should be safe to sleep until morning."★ elwyn summers
★ yes. good luck with that.
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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 10, 2013 11:45:41 GMT -6
No complaints escaped him when he was moved and laid in bed. Sleep came so very quickly that one moment he was trying to say something that vaguely sounded like a gurgled 'thank you' and the next his breathing evened. Not once did Elwyn wake up during the middle of the night. He slept heavily and deeply, no tossing and turning to be found. Honestly, when he looked back on it in the coming days, he would have to admit that it was the most restful night of sleep he got in a long time, and for that he felt lucky. Having a bed underneath him that didn't rock with the waves felt nice for now. When morning came, he didn't wake up with the rising of the sun. No, it wasn't until the noon hour passed that his eyes finally drifted open. Sleeping for longer than eight hours usually lead him to feeling even more tired, but his body obviously needed it. A few moments of trying to stretch proved that movement would be an incredibly difficult challenge today. Every part of him felt sore and stiff, letting him remember just how much damage his body had taken in the attack last night. It left a nasty taste on his tongue to lie to a person showing him this much kindness, but telling him the truth might just get him in trouble later on. The less he knew, the better. A rumbling in his stomach finally beat the urge to never move and just stay in bed forever. Grimacing, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and raised one hand to touch his head. Yeah... okay, no. Calling for help would have to do because it felt like his legs were going to break under his own weight if he tried to stand up on them right now. ...crap, what was the faerie's name? Tem... Tem-something? ... "Hey, Temtem!" Elwyn cupped one hand over his mouth to project his voice. "Feed meee!"★ tempest riveria
★ see, that's why you give tempest alcohol without him knowing it is alcohol |
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Post by Tempest Riveria on Sept 11, 2013 13:06:39 GMT -6
As was his wont, Tempest was up at the same time as the sun. While he wouldn't have said that he actually enjoyed cooking, he was at least aware that in tending to someone injured, he was going to have to ensure that he ate. Soup. Soup was good enough for someone who was terribly injured, and if he complained, then he could figure out how to get out of bed and make his own food for all Tempest cared. A loaf of bread, as well, would provide enough to round the meal out, as well as some water because Tempest did not doubt that Elwyn was dehydrated after the previous day. He felt no urgency in waking him up, however, leaving the soup to simmer and instead tending to his daily work. The words coming from the guest bedroom gave him pause. Did that man just... call him by a nickname? He could not, in all his years, remember anyone giving him any sort of nickname whatsoever. It was probably due, again, to his injuries... and to the fact that he had been extremely drowsy the day before. With a bowl of soup, a large hunk of bread, and enough cool water to wash it all down, Tempest made his way into the second bedroom and took in the sight of what looked like Elwyn having tried to pull himself out of bed. "My name is Tempest," he said mildly. "And I told you that you were not going to be able to get out of bed today. It is past noon, so I have brought you soup." It was vegetable soup with a beef stock, so it should have been hearty enough to fill the man up. "I will fetch you more should you finish this and still be hungry."★ elwyn summers
★ this is not going to be a happy roommate experience
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Post by Elwyn Summers on Sept 11, 2013 16:22:14 GMT -6
Tempest! Right, right, that was the faerie's name. Temtem had a nice ring to it too though, so he'd keep calling him that most likely. A sign of affection. After all, why wouldn't he feel affectionate towards the man he currently owed his life to? Even in his state last night, he could acknowledge just how much the other man did for him. Only a blind fool would be able to deny that. Elwyn Summers considered himself many things, sure, but the type of person who would run off without repaying that kind of debt? Nope, never. ...other kind of debts weren't included with that statement. Shh. Those people could deal with having some money missing. "Soup? I'm cool with soup. Err, warm with soup. Hot? Something like that." By the way he practically inhaled it, he was more than just okay with it. A satisfied 'aah' escaped him when he finished the bowl in less than twenty seconds. It probably wasn't much of a surprise when he extended the empty bowl and just as empty glass of water back towards Tempest. "This is pretty good. I'll take you up on the offer for seconds. Been awhile since I've had something that doesn't come from a can or a jar." His own cooking skills were things he felt confident enough in. They might not be as good as they purple-haired guy in Romuda he crashed with for awhile, but hey, no one topped that, according to his taste buds. Leaning back on the bed and looking up, he raised one hand and flicked his fingers in the air. "So, Temtem, what exactly do you do? You have a spiffy title that sounds super important, but what does it actually mean?"★ tempest riveria
★ he's just like the lost puppy you feel bad for and can't decide if it would be better to put it down or let it chew off its own tail |
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