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time to fall [holly, open]
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Post by Wynter Shea on Nov 4, 2013 12:19:20 GMT -6
The inn had been bustling all day. Spring was in full swing and summer just around the corner and fast approaching, there was much to do done. Laundry to do and hang, rooms to clean out, and floors that needed scrubbing from top to bottom. Soon enough they would be busy every day and the perfect time for a little spring cleaning was now when the full of the town festivities were drawing to a close. A little sprucing up is all it would take to make the Sea Breeze Inn ready to greet the summer season and all that came with it. With Fayt gone, Wynter had taken it upon himself to make up for any lax in the cleaning. His mother was seeing to the individual rooms and his father was in his office working out the budget for the coming weeks. Dusting and sweeping had already been taken care of, as well as tidying the lounge and shifting the furniture to new settings for a fresh, new look. Once having all that done and finding himself in the kitchen, he set about taking care of the dishes left from that morning. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up as he went about his work, washing and wiping down the dishes, setting them aside. It was while he was drying his hands to take a moment to himself that it happened. A sudden wave of dizziness followed by a excruciating pain through his entire head had him reaching for the counter, a cry falling from his lips. It was a minute later when a spot of something red on the rag caught his attention causing him to frown. He hadn't been working with anything red... The feeling of something heavy on his face caused him immediately to bring his hand up. Blood running down from his nose made his eyes to widen and his hand to quickly cup the area. Leaning on the the counter, he tried to get it to stop. ★ holly and inn residents
★ this is why we can't have nice things </3
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Post by Holly Devanti on Nov 4, 2013 14:22:53 GMT -6
Dark circles hung under Holly's eyes, a result of the inability to sleep peacefully in the past days. She hadn't made a mention of it to anyone and she didn't plan to until she saw Fayt again. After all, the person it concerned was him, wasn't it? Could it be that he had the same dream that she had? The woman cloaked in white, her brother shielding her, what seemed to be threats thrown at Ilusia and the two of them... When she woke up from the nightmare, she couldn't get back to sleep and she sat in darkness. But days had passed and nothing had happened. Maybe it was all just a dream after all, something her mind had devised to make her feel even more guilty about blowing up at her brother. Did she always have dreams that made her feel bad after fights with him before? She couldn't recall. Holly's thoughts were broken when a sharp cry caught her ears. From scrubbing mirrors clean around the inn upstairs, Holly rushed down to find the maker of the obvious yell of pain. She knew it was Wynter, which is what frightened her most. Her whole world turned upside-down when she saw spots of blood speckle the ground. Small, but still blood nonetheless. "Wynter! Wynter, are you o... okay?" She only hesitated for a second as she noticed it was a nosebleed. A moment of relief washed over her. She knew what to do with nosebleeds, so there was nothing to worry about. There was nothing to panic about, it was just a nosebleed. A rag was retrieved, holding it under his nose. "Lean your head down, okay? We don't want you swallowing blood. What happened?" As she spoke, she pinched the bridge of his nose. ★ nooooosebleeeed
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Post by Wynter Shea on Nov 4, 2013 18:30:52 GMT -6
The rag was the unfortunate victim in all of this. As soon as Holly started pinching his nose, he held it up underneath to catch the flow of the blood. The sensation was a welcome one compared to the pounding migraine he now had, and welcomed the distraction. Anything would have been good to take his mind away from the sudden pain he had felt and the nosebleed that seemed to have started from nowhere. "I... I honestly have no idea." Wynter spoke from behind the cloth, turning into Holly's hold to let her work. The poor white rag was already going to be mostly red soon enough. "I was doing the dishes when suddenly I got really dizzy and my head started hurting horribly all over."An ache seemed to settle between his eyes, causing him to wince. Wynter Shea had never been one for migraines or bloody noses. About the only time he had ever had one was when they were still young back when he was eight. He had accidentally taken a ball to the back of the head while they were playing out front, but that had been it. This time it literally seemed to come out of no where. "The next thing I knew I was bleeding, and now here you are." Looking up at her, he blinked at her behind the rag. Hopefully the bleeding would soon stop. ★ holly and inn residents
★ she needs a nurse outfit to go with those skills
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Post by Holly Devanti on Nov 4, 2013 19:00:56 GMT -6
"In time it will become more clear, but for now... the one who guards the chained princess and the one who holds the heart of the maiden... they will be the first to fall."Holly's blood ran cold as Wynter explained what had transpired in the time she was away. She shook her head, trying desperately to forget those awful words. They couldn't mean her and they couldn't mean Wynter. If they said a princess and one who guards her... No, it couldn't be who she thought it was. It was just a dream. Besides, she never had the ability to prophecize. If her dream had shown her how to make a waterfall, that would have been one thing, but to say that people were going to fall, to see her brother, everything like that... "That definitely sounds weird. You sure you didn't hit your head?" Holly suggested, but it was half-hearted and she sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anything. Which she was. If Wynter was the one the woman had talked about, then she didn't know what she would do. Track down the lady in white and demand to know what she did to him? She was a dream, she couldn't be touched, could she? She made a worried face, noticing that there wasn't even a drop of white on the rag anymore. If he continued to lose blood like this... No! She couldn't think like this! Holly bit her lip hard, trying not to be consumed by thoughts of that dream. ★ wynter would like that, wouldn't he?
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Post by Wynter Shea on Nov 6, 2013 15:42:46 GMT -6
The halfhearted tone did not go unnoticed, and Wynter frowned behind the rag still being held up. The look on her face told him that it bothered more than she let on. Putting on a smile that would put her at ease, he shook his head, turning one of his trademark grins at her. If this was anything to worry about, he still didn't want to see that look on her face. For all they knew, it could have been a one time thing. Thankfully, after a few more minutes, the bleeding finally did stop. Pulling the rag away, he resisted the urge to cringe at the amount of blood there. The poor rag, though... well, it had seen better days. He doubted they would be able to use it again for anything else. Setting it back in the water to try to get some of the blood off, he wiped away the remnants on his face. "Maybe this is telling me that I'm working too hard." The bleeding had stopped, but the pain of the migraine remained. Hopefully, that would soon follow. "Don't look like that, it'll be fine. It's just a headache now."★ holly and inn residents
★ oh, yes :3
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