Death in the Magic | Kay&Oopsay

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I felt for the tormented whirlwinds
Damned for their carnal sins
Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
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The woman on the cot writhed in pain, her hands clasping to her side. Underneath of multiple fabrics lied swollen skin, in a large, oval bubble, clear liquid dribbling from unidentifiable pores. The skin around the large bubble was tender, ripe red, irritable to the touch. The slightest movement could cause the woman to project vomit onto the floor. "I'm a sinner, child," she'd cough, her voice dry. Water did nothing for the woman as she laid in pain. "Was I not good enough in the Lord's eyes?" She'd squeeze her eyes tightly, forcing what liquid she had in her body to become salty tears. Regardless, there was not enough moisture, and the salt stung at her eyes. Her children would drape her in blankets, warming her from the mid summer air, as though it were winter. Though she'd claim to be cold, there'd be hot flashes swimming in and out of her system, making her undeniably uncomfortable as time went on.

"Sir Alenthroe," The man standing in rags spoke from the opposite side of the potato stand. Timber stood, sifting through what coins he had to pay for five. "How is the lady at home?" It took Timber a moment or two to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to mention how terrible she was, as only a few others had caught this awful cold that was going around. He needed to be cautious in his response.

"Mother? Why, she's doing quite better actually. It seemed all she needed was a few days rest." Timber set the coins on the table and picked up the potatoes he purchased. He knew he was lying through his teeth. It was amazing to him that she was alive this long. "She'll be in town in no time flat." The men shared a mutual smile and Timber gave a nod of his head whilst turning to walk. His mother's condition was horrendous, and silently Timber was worrying if he were to be put up next, as he'd lied to a fellow townsman. No sinner lies.

Looking down at the potatoes in his hand, Timber walked to a friend's house, Rawyn James' house, out of memory. He'd mentioned to her a few days prior how he'd get her and her family potatoes on his next pay. Thankfully, her family wasn't too large, and five potatoes should be enough to cover for a few days. He approached the village house, and raised his hand up to the wooden door, knocking gently. "Rawyn, it's Timber."

 

[KayTheWolf]

𝓡𝓪𝔀𝔂𝓷 𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼

𝓒𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓱𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓻
𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮

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Rawyn was a nineteen-year-old who took to working in a brothel to provide for her family when her father fell ill. When she opened the door to her small house, her eyes were red and bloodshot from crying. Her younger brother had fallen ill and he wasn't faring well. "Hello Timber." Rawyn murmured, her voice breaking and tears flooding her green eyes. The young woman ushered her friend in and shut the door behind him, going to tend to her father and her brother. "Thank you for the potatoes, Timber. How is your mother?" Rawyn asked, looking up at Timber.
After dampening a rag in a pail of water, Rawyn ran it over the foreheads of her father and brother. After her mother had died from the cold that was running through the village, Rawyn had to start work at the brothel. She wasn't one of the women who spent the night with the men, but she did serve them ale and food. The young woman stood and looked at Timber, offering him a weak smile. "I found a recipe in mother's book for a medicine. I plan to go to gather the ingredients later." Rawyn said, looking at Timber. In her eyes, there was a little hope an.d determination. She wanted to save the lives of those she loved and she knew that if she did, she'd be brandished a witch, but she didn't care.

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𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭
𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭.