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And Larhien would find that Owle was very, very unhappy. She said nothing to him, but the look in her eyes could have pinned him to the wall by his innards. Granted, Vahn could use some sleep, but drugging him without his knowledge was just-!

Lucind and Vahn would notice the golden astral snakes arising from her tense body, about sixteen of them that looked as displeased as Owle herself did. Most of them had their attention on Lu, but three of them spared a glare for Larhien. They didn't do anything, just wavered there hissing, their bodies swaying forward and back as though someone held them on a short leash and they were trying to break away. Closer inspection would find Owle's fist clenched around the conjoined body of the snakes...a thick golden stump the sixteen bodies split from. While the physical usually did not effect the astral, Owle's will was enough to give her power over the snakes...the grasping hand merely an image she used, a tool to remind her not to let them go.

These people are trying to help, whatever I may think of their methods. These people are trying to help, and may have saved his life. These people are trying to help, and Vahn trusts them. These people are trying to help, and you may not attack.

Over and over, the mantra repeated. To herself, to her snakes.

You will not attack.

"F..uck... at least give me yur..numb--"

His head swam, and vision blurred, as he found both the exhaustion of 'spending' so much blood and the effects of the 'medicinal' application on his weakened body all at once.

While he wasn't exactly going to simply slump back down, knocked out like a light, his body wouldn't be able to move anymore and his breathing would be slowed to the point that he may as well have been sleeping.

Like a forced reset.

((Well, I guess I'll uh.. leave you two ladies to talk for a bit before I make him active again))

LeJaune would remain unimpressed.

"Why did you grab me?"

"Whatever man. Just don't grab me again."

LeJaune said, flatly.

"That's unlikely."

LeJaune was definetely more than capable of handling himself.

Lucind slowly turned around and stared into the open car, meeting Owle's revolting eyes. She didn't speak and ignored the hissing snakes, just stared, while the wind played with her clothes and the few blue strands peeking out from under the shawl. Maybe Owle would think the Half-Siren's expression resembled that of the silver haired man she had just met before: no hatred or contempt, just void of any emotion. A doll's face.

'Don't lose your heart to this man', she wanted to say, 'unless you're ready to hold his body in your arms, unless you can stand the thought of him slowly withering...'
But already their telepathic communication had made clear that it was too late. And Lucind knew very well such advices were useless. You didn't choose whom you fell in love with. Even Sirens couldn't protect her heart from rushing into unwanted....unconventional bonds. Yet...they could forget, if they really wanted to - erase those hurting thoughts forever from their minds.

But maybe hope was to be found even here. Who knew...

With her look softening, Lucind spoke, laying all optimism in her voice she was capable of in this situation: "He'll be alright."

She walked over to help shifting Vahn so that they could close both doors - "I'm sure he'd like you to hold him." -, while Larhien made his way to get the harley after asking Owle if the keys still stuck in the ignition.

After checking the reaction of Vahn's pupils, Lucind took seat behind the steering wheel, leaving it to Owle were she wanted to sit.

((Ah.. should I post something?))