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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 3:18 pm
Canaan scrawled something on the page that could, theoretically, mean 'cranium' and 'maxilla' and nodded his head for Micajah to continue. "Just read it, aloud." He paused, frowning slightly and continuing to draw various bone structures on his page. "Please." After a few minutes of listening to Micajah, he felt it was only fair to give the blonde boy some insight.
"I... watch, listen, do. Studying is new to me."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 12:05 am
"Well I don't teach, so I guess reading really is all I can do for you. Let me know if I move to fast, since I go at my own pace rather than others."
His finger slid down and he spoke again - "mandible", followed by a quicker slide to a bone in the middle of the body - "sternum". Almost as a reminder to himself that said bones did exist on his body he moved his hand and touched his own sternum, wincing at even the slightest touch of fingers on his body. He was so bruised, so beaten up, but at least he was recovering and probably would be able to walk again without any odd side effects, so that was a bonus. Micajah's touch normally wouldn't have hurt but he figured there must have been a bruise or something underneath that stop, so he frowned and wondered where else on his body would hurt should he poke it.
"Femur...tibia...fibula..."
He didn't look at the screen as he leaned over and moved his hands down towards his leg, the one wrapped in a white cast. Micajah's fingers traced over where the bones would be located, and he frowned as he tried to remember which one it was that he'd snapped so easily.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 12:50 am
"It pains you." If Micajah looked up, he would find Cane's serious blue eyes locked on his face, his expression completely unreadable. He continued, letting his gaze traverse the [surprisingly] younger boy's body. "Why do you not use the ancient ways to heal?" Magic, he meant. Sometimes Canaan talked in a way that let one know he wasn't a normal kid, one raised in regular society. He was of a different people.
He had paused in his sketching, and now set it completely aside, placing a startlingly gentle hand on the large cast. His large, tan hand was an interesting contrast against the white. "You punish yourself." He knew some forms of healing. Could it be called magic? Cane didn't know. It was simply tradition.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:21 am
"Hmm, pain? Well, it's only natural considering how badly my bones were broken. As for magic, I can't use it properly so - "
Micajah almost jumped out of his skin when Cane reached over and put a hand on his cast, the color of his pale cheeks jumping from the slightly pale color of one who is sickly to a rosy hue of someone who was most likely embarrassed. He never thought Cane the type to sudden reach out and touch someone, even if it was just a cast on his leg and he couldn't feel it anyway, and it took him a second or two to gather back his thoughts so he could properly say something.
"You-you see, I'm technically not a magic student yet as I'm still in basic studies so I can't use anything myself to try and heal. Also I don't think anyone in the hospital possess healing magic, the only people who ever did to my knowledge are gone somewhere."
He was speaking of Ardenay, and perhaps Irame, with their Eleven blood and possible knowledge of all things magical.
"And this...isn't really punishment, though I suppose I could be. I've...never thought of it like that before. Is it my punishment for trying to get close to someone then?"
It sounded about right, he could consider all these wounds as a punishment towards his feelings of want, the feelings to have and keep a friend in the way he did with Scyeth.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 9:45 pm
Cane's hand held something tight as he continued to stare at Micajah, his blue eyes bright. "Close to someone." His eyes were amused, even as his face kept a blank expression. "No." Opening his fist, he removed the cap from a thick, black marker, and pressed it against the boy's cast.
Canaan Tate Kreery.
The writing was surprsingly artistic. Slanted, hard to read, but almost pretty. Cane's blue eyes met Micajah's through his dark bangs, as he suddenly grinned up at the boy.
"You're punishing yourself for wanting to be human. That's unnecessary." He was an observant guy, and the way Micajah had talked about the incident told him a lot.
Cane capped the marker and set it on the desk. He'd done a lot of talking, today.
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Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:55 pm
"Waa...waa...what did you.."
Micajah wasn't really sure of what to make of all this, after all it was coming off more and more as a shock to him than anything else. Cane, whom he had thought to be the quiet and inactive type, just seemed to be going along at his own pace and had even made a mark on the pure white cast that decorated Micajah's leg. It made his chest hurt how this other youth had done this so easily, without any concern, and when Micajah figured out that he had written his name on him, it was almost a little too much to handle.
"Yo...you say that, but in my case sometimes it's really necessary. But please...refrain from make me feel so awkward."
He didn't think he'd ever be saying something that like, but because Cane had done some things that made him feel a little out of place Micajah had no choice but to let him no. He'd felt like this with Gideon too of course, baring the face that they were both naked, but for some reason his chest was hurting and he didn't feel like running away. Not that could, even if he wanted to.
"I...I think I may need to be getting going. I seem to be having trouble with chest pain."
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 1:53 pm
Cane's head tilted to one side, curiously, animalisticly, almost, and he nodded slightly, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "Alright." The quiet male really did go at his own pace. He was fiercely intelligent, quick-thinking, but slow to act. Not inactive, just wary. When he did do something, it was generally delibrate, if casual. He did what he wanted to do, a concept that seemed revolutionary at this school.
The short native got to his feet, his notes in one large hand, and he stretched, briefly, blue eyes lingering on Micajah's face. "Thank you. You should come to my room, soon, to study. I will feed you." His smile faded as he walked to the door, paused, and glanced back.
Do you need help?" He didn't specify with what.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 9:03 pm
To his room? Food and study? I don't even know where his room is.
Micajah's expression moved to one of confusion before he quickly replaced it with a smile, nodding his head even though he had no idea what he was agreeing to do. It seemed like he was setting up another meeting with Cane, which would be an outright miracle since he hardly saw anymore more than once or a twice a year (it seemed), but for some reason he felt like he would be seeing this person more and more.
"Sure, helping you study sounds fun. It beats being alone in that room or stuck in a classroom for a while, plus I can help you improve your reading enough so that you can do things around others without any worry."
He nodded his head as Cane approached the door, and at the young Native's last question he honestly looked surprised. This person was doing quite a bit of talking today, not to mention he seemed to be directing most of it towards Micajah and his own well being, and the younger boy in the wheelchair frowned a little bit as he felt his cheeks flush. His chest was hurting again.
"Ah, no...I'll be fine here if that's what you're worried about. I'm sure sooner or later I'll wheel myself back or someone will come for me, so you can go ahead and not worry. I'll see you around sometime then, okay?"
Micajah lifted his good hand in a small wave, and then he lowered it back down into his lap as he slowly turned his head away from the door and Cane.
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Posted: Tue Dec 30, 2008 7:06 pm
"Alright." Cane shot Micajah a quick grin, and nodded his head before stepping out of the room. Interesting boy, that Mica.
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