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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:37 pm
Calder fell to the ground, holding his stomach as he laid to one side, hissing between his teeth. That hurt.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 8:54 pm
"I do not go fast," Barth said, feeling some of the same irritation from the theater bubbling up, "...Calder? You alright? You dropped him?"
Barth seemed unconvinced by Christof's insistence that Calder had touched him, and that this was any sort of excuse for dumping a friend, who was clearly in bad straits, onto the ground.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:02 pm
The hunchback gave a frantic whine, his hands flying as he tried to sign explain, "He-was-fondling-my-WING-Master-not-good-don't-want-BOILS-touching-there-not-good-only-Mistress-no-yes-dropped-him-wouldn't-stop-whispering-in-my-ear-forgive-me!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2011 10:39 pm
Calder slowly got up, snow sticking to his hair, and he shivered. Snow was almost as cold as the most frigid water, but even then, it never felt this cold. He rubbed his shoulders, and looked up, eyes unfocused. Between the smell of water, pain, fear-loss, and just being tired, he really couldn't follow much of what Christof was saying. He did catch 'wing',, 'not good' and 'Mistress'' in the mix.
"I'm not good enough to touch your wing?" He managed, looking up at the boil before struggling to his hooves.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 9:35 am
Barth was not in a very kind mood. He was wounded, and threatened, and irritable, and especially did not like to be rushed.
"Oh, I see," he said, in a suspiciously placating tone. He leaned over, as if to inspect the situation. "Do you mean this wing?" With slow deliberation, he ran one of his claws over the delicate membranes.
"Do you know, it seems to me," Barth said, "that every time there's someone I rather like, you lose place of your manners," And here he moved to the spine of the wing, and the light touch from the tips of his claws became less than gentle. "and I'd thought with Calder, at least, you might be able to keep track of them. But to be frank, I am growing tired of it." The pressure was enough to draw blood, if Christof's heart had been the pumping sort.
And just as suddenly, his claws were gentle again.
"So I'd be much obliged if you'd make the effort." He straightened, withdrawing. "Calder, can you walk? I'm sure he is very sorry about dropping you, but Christof needs to rest." They all needed to rest. But here in the snow, they were exposed. Barth thought he could detect faint smell of peppermint. While they stood in one place, thorns knotted under the snow.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 3:54 pm
Christof flinched backward anxiously at the stern words from Barth, giving a muffled yelp and whine as now even HE started to harass the poor sensitive wing, his face going red (in patches). This was unfair! He didn't MEAN to be mean but- ooooh candlejack he was using his claws. The hunchback tried to pull away in a sharp movement, his face red and hands trembling too much to sign anything legible.
But yes, getting to the tomb was their best bet. He scrambled to try to recover the patch that kept his wing tucked away, but alas, it was too torn and no time to mend it.
Sullenly, he continued forth again, looking miserable and cornered and violated.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 4:03 pm
Calder whined, holding his gut and got to his feet. When Barth came to him, he lifted his heavy eyelids and pouted, looking even more like the wounded creature he was. He rested against the boil. "I'll be fine. I'm used to Christof being rough." Resting one hand on his stomach, he curled the other around Barth, nuzzling into his neck. I smell water. Where is it coming from?
"So ya like me?" He teased, before looking off to Christof. "Christof, do come here. I'll walk with you. We should stay close together." He gestured to his side. "Why not walk alongside us, or don't you like me?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 5:00 pm
That much was true, anyway. Christof's behavior towards Calder hadn't really changed. Barth was just more sensitive about it. "Of course I like you," Barth said, brushing the hair away from Calder's forehead and giving him a slow kiss. The thorns unknotted. "...I like Christof too. We are all a little strained at the moment."
The crypt was a fair walk, to Barth's chagrin, but seclusion and distance from the theater is what they needed. Eventually, they made it to the graveyard. The snow there was, worryingly, tossed with tracks, and it was difficult to tell whether or not the crypt was undisturbed.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 6:42 pm
Christof had kept up the rear, looking sullen, cold and still violated. Was Riley fairing well, he wondered? Of course. She was probably having a ball ripping elves and sparkling, jolly presents to pieces. Without him. And probably was without personal violation and insensitive friends.
Once the tomb was in view, he hobbled ahead, hefting the heavy door open.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 7:04 pm
Calder had never been to see the contraption after it had left Barth's room, and he hadn't been invited to see the Doombuggy since. He really had little interest in it, but it seemed important to the both of them. As it was, all he cared about was not moving anymore, and when Christof opened the door to let them in, Calder followed behind, before releasing his hold of his boilfriend and finding the first dry patch of floor and laying down.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 7:48 pm
Barth sank into the last crypt step, similarly tired.
He eked up a small, "sorry for earlier," as Christof passed him on the stairs.
The Doom Buggy and Chopper, at least, were in one piece. And DB didn't look like it had been chewing on any elves. It growled at all three of them.
"Just about as jolly as last year, I suppose. A giant rat isn't as bad. In comparison. Definitely less walking. But the...did Cricket call it something in the infirmary? The thing that effected Red. That's not welcome. And on our campus. It's a good thing we were run through before....that started creeping in. Just...Joy." Barth lifted his shirt again to reinspect the damage.
He touched the other scars beside the lumpy stitches, and leaned heavily against the stairwell.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 10:15 pm
Christof closed the door part way, enough that they could see something coming, at least, but not render them in total darkness. That done, he turned to quietly slink beside Calder, shivering with a grimace as he lifted his sweater to examine his wound, needle and thread back in hand.
He had heard Barth mention this oddity before, but what on earth WAS that cancerous reaction? And what was it doing infecting the Joyful things? He supposed the only way to find out was through study... but they'd have to find one first before seeing if it was a carrier.
He glanced to the doorway again before gently touch Calder's back in warning and dug the needle in.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2011 11:15 pm
Calder didn't expect to be bothered while Christof and Barth talked and looked over their machines, but it surprised him that Christof would return to him. Mainly because it was very obvious he was avoiding them, and he was rather sure it was because it was because of Barth's tone and because he and the demon were snuggling.
He didn't turn when the Igor touched his back, looking over his shoulder before he felt the sharp, cold jab of a needle. It was the first time he had been sewn up by another else, aside from when he was smaller and was cut by a sharp river stone. It hurt, but instead of curling in, he tried to keep his back straight for Christof as he worked. "Funny....you doing it this time for me." He managed.
The open door still brought with it the smell of snow - of water.
He shivered again. Blood close and a stone floor was doing nothing to make him feel better, and he started to have a tinge of blue to his features."Do you hate me, Christof?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 4:08 am
The machines were in one piece, and not in a life or death fight with a reindeer, so Barth assumed they were okay. The interior of the crypt was chilly. He longed to be back in his room, under piles of covers until this whole thing blew over.
"Demon dorms probably aren't safe," Barth said wistfully as Christof moved to stitch Calder up.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2011 10:22 pm
Christof gave a grunt to the kelpie, followed by a stern look that said, 'don't be daft', although he accompanied it with a shake of his head just in case on account of Calder sometimes not being able to help his being daft. Mostly, he concentrated on stitching him up, his movements quick as he could manage before motioning for him to roll over.
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