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 Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 8:52 am
Reclined as she was, it was really only a matter of time before she simply lay back completely, holding an arm under her head as she rolled onto her side. Knees drawing up to sort of frame his foot where it rested between them. Why sit when there were so many more comfortable options? Besides, it was easier to watch the other demon this way. The arm not currently being employed as a pillow was curled up tight against her chest, fingertips resting against the curve of her own cheek.
As he started talking about his Fear and giving others rage she nodded gently. That much she'd at least figured out. He was a wraith demon, after all, and that's something that came natural to the boil. She didn't know that the rage he was giving was his own. That unmovable pit of seething anger at the pit of him, that's what he he'd thrown at their attacker. Brows arched, and she pursed her lips thoughtfully, looking off to his side while that revelation fully formed in her mind.
He was a wrath demon, rage to him was like cam to Hadiyya. Should all that emotion be forcibly crammed into someone else.. Well, it'd be all consuming. It was actually rather impressive, and a little scary, and some hungry little piece of her wondered eagerly at what that might feel like. Her own emotions, least of the heated, angry sort, never burned very hotly.
She didn't say any of this though. He didn't like his FEAR, hated it even, and would not have appreciated her views and curiosity on it. She fished about for something helpful to say, but before she had a chance to come up with anything he'd slammed his hand into the bed and torn a few stitches. Yaya's eye's widened as she sat up again, leaning forward to catch his hand as gently as she could. "Don't do that, please?" Blood was trickling along the tanned skin of his rest, and Yaya had to cup a hand beneath his to catch a slow gliding drop as it fell.
She looked up at him, saw the frustration, the fear, and lastly the sadness, and the only excuse she had for the actions that followed was that look on his face made her heart hurt and she wanted to chase it away. Hand still carefully cradled in one of her own, she rose onto her knees and leaned forward to wrap her free arm around his shoulders, hugging him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 2:02 pm
All of West's instincts screamed at him to shout and flail, to push her away, but his exhaustion made them that much easier to ignore. He forced himself to stay still at first, but soon began to fidget in spite of his best intentions. Even though there was no way he would actually carry the threat through as it would unearth a million questions he didn't want to answer, West couldn't help what he said next. "Wait 'til I tell Sharra 'bout this." He chuckled against the marid's shoulder then brought his free hand up to try and gently disentangle her. Enough. That had probably filled his sympathetic hugging quota for the next ninety years.
Once he was free, West also attempted to reclaim his bleeding hand. He pulled a bit of a face when he saw his blood on Yaya's fingers. "C'mon, that's gross. You didn't have to..." He looked around the immediate area for something fit to wipe her hand with, sighing when he didn't see anything suitable. "Bathroom?" he suggested, gathering himself to try and stand up again.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 7:14 pm
All character flaws and quirks considered, West responded to the hug surprisingly well. No, he didn't hug her back, but he didn't try to push her away either. In fact, he even seemed to have gone so far as to rest his head on her shoulder for the very briefest of seconds before the moment was ruined by a joke, and a masculine chuckle. Hadiyya rolled her eyes, but smiled. If he was making jokes, he was starting to feel better. "You go right ahead and tell him, see what happens." A bluff or genuine, the threat wasn't very threatening to the djinn.
When they parted, and West attempted to reclaim his hand from her the dark fingers holding his wrist tightened, holding so he couldn't pull away. He was still bleeding, and she didn't want it to drip all over his bed. At his comment she glanced down at her own hand, at the crimson now staining her fingertips, then back up at him, dark brows raising. "Gross?" Really? What was so gross about blood?
"Sure, bathroom works fine." It was a good suggestion, and slipped to the edge of the bed along with him, getting to her feet first so she could help him stand and steady him once he was upright.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 1:20 am
West turned his body so that both feet were on the floor again, then pressed a portion of his weight into Yaya's hand simply because she was hanging onto it. He planted his other hand on the bed and pushed himself to a standing position, much more successfully than he had the last time. As her fingers tightened, he tugged one last time in defiance, then gave up on getting away until a more opportune time.
He appeared to ponder the marid's next question a bit more seriously than was strictly necessary as he led her down a short corridor to the back of his set of rooms. He only had the three - bedroom, study and bathroom - but they were fairly large. The pair fit in his bathroom with plenty of room to spare. "Not gross, I guess," he finally said, clearly at the end of his rope when it came to making coherent conversation. "You're just..." he knuckled his eyes, "Ghouly. Didn't think you'd want blood all over you."
He dropped to a seat on the toilet, positioning his hand over the sink so it wouldn't drip anyplace important while she washed up. "There're clean towels in there," he said, gesturing at a closed bin in the corner. If she looked in the thin mirrored cabinet above the sink, Yaya would find medical supplies as well. It was possible that West had more bandages and ointments in his medicine cabinet than the nurse's office, but there was a distinct lack of pain pills to go with them.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:41 pm
Ghouly. She supposed she was, though honestly she'd never put much thought into labels, specifically ones that would apply to her. Classifying things just wasn't her thing, it took too much time and energy worrying over such silly things as labels. People were just people to the djinn, and she took each and everyone independently. Even the lines between race were a a bit blurry to her. Her friend was a monster after all, and she routinely spent time with reapers and undeads.
"I don't mind blood." Docile tone was contemplative, as if she were giving the notion a bit of thought. It had never occurred to her that blood something to shy away from. She wasn't exactly a fan of being dirty, but blood was no different then mud. "I wouldn't want to have it all over my clothing, but skin is fine."
While he sat she watched her hands, rinsing dark stains from mochaccino skin before wandering over to the bin he'd mentioned to grab a pair of clean towels. After drying her own hands she held the other towel under the tab to get it damp, then took a seat on the edge of the sink, facing him, and placed his hand on her lap, the first town lain over her thighs. "That Music stand really did a number on you, didn't it?" With the wet towel she dabbed at it gently to clean the seeping blood away, then pressed it a little more firmly against the stitches, as gently as possible.
With her free hand she opened the mirror cabniet beside her, taking a gamble that there'd be medical supplies, and being rewarded with just that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 8:39 pm
"Hm." The sound West made wasn't angry or sarcastic, it was just a noise of acknowledgment. He hadn't thought a music stand could have possibly been worth paying close attention to, and it had gotten the better of him because his guard had been down. "I showed it the second time though," he said, his tone more than a little smug. He watched as she cleaned his hand, gaze never leaving her fingers as they blotted his wrist with the towel.
His thoughts drifted from the present back to class, now that he had been reminded of it. That stupid music stand had been the cause of all of this to begin with. If it hadn't provoked him and awakened... whatever it was that woke up when he was violently provoked, he would just have had a lack of wrath to deal with, not this mind-numbing exhaustion on top of it. Professor Blue's class was sort of a blur, but West couldn't help recalling the fact that he had given Yaya the finger. He chuckled to himself, then went back to being quiet for a couple of minutes. "Why were y'all so pissed at, uh, Christof?" he asked, seemingly out of nowhere, waving the hand she wasn't holding in small circles as he tried to remember the patchwork's name. He didn't bother apologizing for causing a scene, didn't even really think to. It was hard to pretend to be sorry when a) you weren't and b) you were an awful liar.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 11:54 am
She smirked lazily, moving the towel from his hand so she could see if the bleeding had stopped. It had slowed, but there was still bright drops welling up around the torn skin. "You did. It was the highlight of the class for me." She was still quite upset over having been assigned the trumpet. It did help that Sharra was there, but the stand had taken bites out of all of them, and watching West wrestle it down had been wonderful.
The question about Christof, while not exactly unexpected, did catch her by surprise. Of all the people to ask, she hadn't though West would care enough to. "Mmm, I'm not sure pissed is the right word." She checked his stitches again, and seeing that the blood had mostly stopped she put the towel aside and picked up a spool of gauze. "I was trying to help him after that stand took his finger off, and when Sharra came in and touched my back Christof got very possessive. He grabbed a hold of my wrist and wouldn't let go. He even took a swing at Sharra."
Laying one cottony gauze pad over the worst of tears, she began wrapping his hand. Tight, but not constricting. "I didn't know he had any intentions towards me, it was a bit of a surprise." She frowned, realizing she still had to have a talk with him about that.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:40 pm
A slow smile crept across his face in response to Yaya's words. The highlight of the class, eh? Well, it had been for him as well. Before that point, he would have named music class the worst experience he'd had at this stupid school, topping even breaking a wing and living with the constant itchy anticipation of being marked, but all that changed when he had beaten that stupid stand. When it came right down to it, the wrath demon was very easily led, and it appeared the professor had known just what buttons to push to appease him. It seemed Blue had alienated the rest of the class though. West wouldn't hesitate to admit that fact only further endeared him to the older demon.
He blinked sluggishly for a minute or two while quietly continuing to watch Yaya wrap up his wound. West thought to ask her where she had learned to do such things, but quickly came to the conclusion that it probably wasn't that difficult. He often did it himself, after all. On top of that, there was the distinct possibility that asking her about her past would encourage her to ask about his, and there was no way in hell he was telling her a thing about the last couple of years, friend or not. It worried him that in this state he might unintentionally start blabbing anyway. He pressed his lips together for a second in a fruitless reminder to keep his secrets to himself.
"Ah. Barth said... Yeah." He remembered now. Something about how fighting boils with spiky arms would be ill advised. That wouldn't have stopped West, to be honest. "I told him you'd be happy to mark him. Christof, I mean. Between you and that purple slutty chick, I'm surprised the kid didn't need a change of pants." Apparently, West's attempts to keep things bottled up didn't extend to questionable comments about his classmates, including the one currently tending to his hand.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:34 pm
They were quiet for a time, and Yaya looked down to focus on the gauze she was wrapping around his hand. Overlapping the cottony wrap carefully so it he could still move, but it wouldn't slip. She slowed though as she finally spoke again, flicking lazy eyes up to him as he mentioned something about Barth before derailing a bit, and not really in a good way. It made her stop completely, letting bother her hands and his fall to rest on her lap as she frowned down at him.
"What did Barth say?" She very curious on just what the sloth demon, of all people, had to say about her, but that wasn't the only thing she was wondering. "And why would you say that?" She wasn't entirely sure if she should be hurt by his comments or not. She had been rather eager to mark him, but he was a demon, and an attractive one. The potential there had been very tempting at the time. She could sort of understand where he might have gotten the idea that she was mark happy, but she wasn't that bad.
The frown deepened in response to his careless observation on Christof and Sin, and her relation to the other demoness, and it made her grip on the wrath demon's hand tighten. She knew for a fact Sin wasn't slutty, and if such a word had been applied to Yaya, even if only in West's head, she didn't appreciate it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 9:47 pm
West let out an irritated grunt as the marid's fingers clamped down on his injured hand. He jerked it away from her and cradled it against his chest, sitting up straighter than he had since he had taken his seat. "What!?" Rewinding everything he had said over the last minute or so, West tried to filter out whatever horrible, offensive thing he had uttered this time. "The markin' thing? I only said it 'cause it was kinda funny and I was mad." As always. He looked up at her, eyes narrowed. Still angry? Yes. "Slutty? Really?" He rolled his eyes and sighed, his breath blowing a tuft of unkempt hair away from his face. "Fine. I don't know that purple ghoul's name and I don't know if she's actually slutty. I don't know what happens in Christof's pants but it definitely has nothing to do with half naked ghouls. Or you." Better?
As for the other thing, well, West wasn't entirely sure what Barth had meant in the first place. West had been in sort of a... mood, and he had put words in the sloth demon's mouth before Barth had a chance to really say anything at all. "Barth said you wanted something from Christof," West grumbled. Again he told the truth, confident that she would see through any lie he tried to spin anyway. "I think. It seemed like something they'd talked 'bout before. Not involving you. I dunno." Now that it seemed his rambling had ceased, West slumped again, raising his left hand. "You done?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 9:05 am
She let his hand go when he jerked. Crossing her own arms as he worked to recall what he'd said to offend her. Surprisingly, he actually figured it out, and the quickness of it soothed the feathers he'd ruffled just a moment before. Not completely, but her frown was no longer quite so severe, and she regarded him with something a lot closer to amused exasperation then actual irritation. She kept quiet, and let him ramble out an apology, half waiting for him to turn around and cram his foot back into his mouth, but he actually did a fair enough job of it. "Better. You shouldn't make snap judgments." Her arms uncrossed again, hands resting on her thighs. "It could very well make you look silly."
His explanation on what Barth had said wasn't half so satisfactory though, and dark lips pressed into a thin line. "What could I possibly want?" The question was more rhetorical then really directed at anyone. Frowning again, she gave it all a little thoughtful consideration before shrugging gently, reclaiming his hand. "No, I'm not done. Almost." There was still a length of gauze hanging near his wrist, and she bounding around before tucking the end under another layer, finishing it off with a piece of medical tape.
"There, now it's done."
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 9:05 pm
"Yeah, well..." Plenty of people made snap judgments all the time and the world kept going. What was unlife without misunderstanding and anger? Boring, that's what. He pressed his lips together for the second time. Even if she cashed in her mark tomorrow, West supposed that he was committed to this whole friend thing. He might have even actually wanted to be Yaya's friend. She had proven she could take his jibes most of the time, and she certainly was persistent. Sadly, the ghoul didn't punch when she got miffed, she just made gassy faces and told him he wasn't being nice. No duh. He decided not to finish his comment. If she thought calling him silly was going to stop him from making frank observations, she was in for a life full of disappointment, especially if she kept wearing outfits like the one she had on currently.
Instead of speaking, West wiggled his fingers, shallowly nodding in approval of her work. He gathered his legs underneath him once more and rose to his feet. Things were a little shaky as his vision swam, but it didn't take more than a handful of seconds for him to feel confident he wasn't going to fall on his face at the slightest movement. "I'm gonna lie down." Surely there was a 'thanks' in there somewhere. West turned and shuffled from the bathroom. Apparently not.
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 5:16 pm
Features pinched in exasperation with him, but she smiled all the same. She was use to him by now, all of him, and though she knew she shouldn't, she found herself enabling him more often then not. Frankly, that 'piss off, I do what I want' attitude was charming, in a bad boy, poison sort of way. Combine that was obvious good looks, and the djinn couldn't really understand why the avarice demon wasn't beating ghouls of with sticks. Then again, not every girl was so unaffected by his verbal jabbing.
She watched as he twitched his fingers experimentally then nodded, and she smiled happily. Glad for a job well done and appreciated. Though as he moved to stand again she was quick to hop down from her perch, catching an elbow just to be safe. He didn't seem half as unsteady as he had been, but she wasn't about be careless. Screw his pride, she'd rather he be annoyed with her and unhurt then acting manly and crack his skull on the floor.
When he left the bathroom she followed, hovering protectively at his back, and even sat on the edge of the bed near the pillows as he dropped onto it. While she appreciated getting a some honesty and candid talking, she didn't like how very tired and out of sorts he was. Perhaps it was the corner, or just Yaya being Yaya, but she brushed the hair from his eyes, fingers combing back through it gently.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:10 am
It was probably a good thing that West had no way of hearing Yaya's thoughts as he made his way back over to the bed. His reaction to them would not have been a particularly positive one. A year ago the boil definitely would not have minded a pack of ghouls hovering around him like so many ravenous, bloody-beaked crows, but today, not so much. He was now firmly of the opinion that most ghouls were trouble whether they intended to be or not, and the high maintenance, half naked ones were often the worst of the bunch.
This West-concocted truth normally guided his decidedly guarded day-to-day interactions with close to fifty percent of the population and yet here the marid was, invading his personal space, and he was doing nothing to stop it.
The hand that wasn't freshly bandaged rose to meet hers, flicking at it briefly and with no particular force, more of a 'what are you doing, you're not my mom' than a 'stop it now.' He sighed and gave up a few seconds later, dropping his hand back to rest at his side. "You staying?" It didn't seem he would have a problem if her answer was yes, but he certainly wasn't going to say so.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:45 am
The flick to her fingers made her pause momentarily to look down at him curiously. The connotations of the swatting were not of the 'cut it out' sort though, so she carried on a moment later, smiling ever so slightly. Pink hair was indeed as soft as she'd assumed it would be, and the petting, quite frankly, was as much for her as it was for him. She was worried about him, doting on him brought her her own measure of comfort, even if it wasn't doing a whole lot for him save for being mildly annoying.
Was she staying? That was a good question. She looked up from him towards the door as she considered it. Should she? Would he be ok if she left? ...That was silly, of course he would. Probably. Then again, if she stayed she could keep an eye on him. The prospect of a nap was also a tempting thing, and West was warm. What was a comforting cuddle between friends anyways?
She didn't bother asking if he wanted her to, she knew she wouldn't get the answer she wanted regardless of how he actually felt on the matter. "I was thinking about it," she admitted quietly, turning back to look down at him. Drawing a heavier breath, she gave him a soft nudge on the shoulder. "Scootch over."
If he did, she'd stay, if not... well.
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