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Blade slept like a brick, falling strait down from the sky and plopping strait into the ocean. Instead of shattering, though, she sank; deeper and deeper into the surprisingly warm depths of the blissfully dark ocean. For once the shadows that she controlled were not biting or trying to seize her. Instead, they wrapped themselves around her, soft heat rolling over her in layers from the surrounding water. For a rare time the darkness was comforting, shutting the pain that they themselves had unleashed upon. Maybe it was because she was currently accepting them instead of constantly trying to keep them at bay or manipulate them. Either way, Feritae knew that it would not last and would enjoy it until she woke back up.

When she did, it was far less than what she would have wanted to experience. Her head was instantly in pain, like someone had taken rocks and shoved them into her head until her skull had started to crack. She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes hard, something that made her head spin even more. Once it stopped she opened her eyes, blinking as she noted that the place she was in was very, very dark. She slowly turned her head and noticed that there was someone watching her. A tall, pale lean figure, white mask equipped. "Laque... mil?"

"<...Hmm...?>" The sleepy reply was, and she realized that he must have actually been asleep. A second later and he was up, stretching a bit before walking over and sitting down beside her. ""

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"" he placed his hand on her forehead, a trickle of magic slicing strait through her pain. She let out a sigh of relief, eyes lowering as the pain was lifted.

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"" He answered almost coyly, cold hand still resting on her head. She wasn't going to ask him why he was in the room, or even how he'd gotten in here.

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"all. If you try to get up and move now you could cripple yourself. And you haven't regained enough magic to be immune to sunlight yet.>"

"" Blade put a bit of a pout into her tone, and if her arms would move she probably would've crossed them. ""

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"{No.}"

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" Just... stop doing that.>"

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He was probably rolling his eyes at that very moment, but she could care less. She smiled to herself and let out a bit of a raspy chuckle. Laquemil carefully picked her up, being sure that the blanket that was wrapped around her was in place before standing up. She cringed a bit in pain but quickly found the small pocket in his shoulder that she could rest her head on. The window in the room opened and with little effort Laquemil jumped up, sliding through it easily and landing on the frost bitten streets. It was freezing, but Blade was guessing that the blanket was enchanted because she only feel it on her face. Laquemil hopped up again, gliding through the air and landing gently on a roof with hardly a sound. Even to this day Blade wasn't completely sure how he managed to fake-fly like this, but she didn't care. She knew that it had to do with magic, but she'd only seen him be able to do it with such little effort and without chanting. ""

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"" Laquemil retorted, letting the doubt and sarcasm drip off of his words. He hopped off from a house and landed right in front of the doors. Laquemil whispered something and the sound of clicking met her ears. A moment later and the door opened, Laquemil and his package stepping inside. It was much, much warmer, something that she herself enjoyed very much. Laquemil closed the door with his foot before walking over to where he could spot fire sputtering weakly from a fire place. He set Feritae down on the floor in front of it and then stepped over her, pulling a small pouch out from his cloak. He opened it, reached in, and then blew a purple powder at the fire. He dusted what had been left behind on his hand over the fire and then put the pouch away. He stepped back over Feritae as the flames began to grow, rasping and crackling while they went. He looked down at the double-bladed sword wielder, who was gazing tiredly at the fire. "" He ordered softly, making her black eyes flicker over to meet his. The white of her eyes was tinted red, as if she'd had dirt thrown in them.

"" Blade answered just as softly; both of them trying to keep their voices down in fear of waking up the rest of the house.

"" His answer was just a lift of the eye brows and a turn of the head. It was getting a bit warm for him- he preferred being in the cold while the one next to him liked heat due to her magical element. But he was getting drowsy, and despite what his friend had said she was already fast asleep. And so he tilted his head and fell asleep in what most would consider an uncomfortable hunched position.

Silver slowly woke up, though she was quite comfortable where she was. It was in the wee hours of the morning, she could tell. She rarely slept past dawn anymore, anyway. She yawned and stretched slightly, but otherwise stayed right where she was...though where that was made her flush slightly.

Her supposed nightgown? Not so. It was a tunic shirt, worn usually over a skirt and with a large belt. It had barely come to her mid-thigh. That had been embaressing. However, they had put it behind them and settled in the bed for the night. Of course, her nasty habit of cuddling had reared its annoying head. She was currently facing him, her arms around his waist and one of her legs over his hips. Despite her being in this incredibly intimate position, she really didn't feel like moving. It was warm and comfortable, not to mention her leg was pulsing with pain from her exertion last night. Instead, she just tucked her head underneath Seraphis's chin, letting out her current breath in a soft, sleepy sigh. The others would wait...

Leon must have dosed off in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen, watching Blade and Laquemil. He sat up with a start at the sounds of cooking. He looked around hurriedly and waited patiently as Laquemil finished and offered a bowl of something to Blade. Seeing the spot of light on the floor, Leon got up and closed the curtains that were letting the light through. He then looked at the two people in the living room on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"[Good morning you two.]" he said, a little bit if a jump in his voice. He was excited to see Blade out of bed again, thought could see that she obviously wasn't supposed to be.

Noticing the look of disgust on Blade's face as she was fed a spoonful of the stuff that Laquemil had made, Leon snorted a bit. "[Here, let me help the taste a bit if I may.]" he said as he reached into his bag, which he hadn't taken off, and took out a few herbs and a mortar and pestle. He ground up the herbs until they were a powder and then handed them to Laquemil. "[Put these in. There's a numbing agent and a little seasoning. I figured that since Blade seems to do well with heat that I would use dried red pepper. If not, I'll just eat it.]"

(Laws of anime here M'lord. Sorry.)

...sadly, we can not have any of that this early in a person's relationship.

A mildly annoyed voice floated in through the closed door, destroying the lovely mood the 2 had created.

"I know its painfully still early in the morning at that no-one normal would be up at this God-forsaken hour and that you're probably still asleep or doing something adult-related, I'm here to tell you guys that the Leader girl is back...with an old elven friend."

There was a pause, before he continued.

"Last I checked, he was feeding the Leader some oatmeal and it probably tastes horrible. She certainly looked like she didn't enjoy it."

"The new guy tried to help by putting some herbs in there-I swear that guy has a remedy for EVERY situation-and I thought you might've wanted to know that Leader girl is back. Now excuse me while I go bug the healer to wake up and speak Elvish to the old guy."

(Sorry, quick post, I'm off to somewhere now)

{{Everyone, to the OOC thread!}}

Over the past two weeks, Leon had been outside very little, and slept even less. He was constantly busy either looking after everyone in the town when Laquemil got tired or trying to do whatever he could to make Blade feel more comfortable.

Afraid that he was becoming too annoying, Leon spent his free hours keeping the house in order, organizing everything to within an inch if it's life. He kept looking for distractions from his thoughts, because his mind was riddled with internal doubts. It was also this reason that he didn't meditate or try to improve his spells. Every time he tried to do so only put him into another depression.

To make matters worse, the only alcohol in the place was elven wine. Which was, in itself, alright; it just was too sweet for Leon's taste, like eating candy. In other words, Leon was becoming sober for the first time in years. In the past few days, Leon had even made a small area where he would pound his head into the ground to get rid of the shakes and the memories. Aside from that, he had only become more distant from all of the rest of the group, with exception of Blade and Laquemil, whose mask was usually a welcome sight to him. He was even trying to help Laquemil with the accent of the Ibixian tung when they both had a spare moment. Laquemil pretty much had it down at this point though, so that small task was going away, and his hooves longed to feel another road again.

Leon was just entering the room from the other side when Laquemil and Blade reappeared. It wasn't the first time they had done so, and Leon had just organized the spice rack in the kitchen again for the hundredth time or so. Once Laquemil left, Leon entered view in time to catch a glimpse at Blade's arm. "[How are you feeling?]" he said in more of a murmur in ibixian.

Doina sat in the guest room she had been given to sleep in. Currently she was trying, key word trying, to repair the dress that had been torn two weeks ago in the Spawn battle. In those two weeks she found herself spending most of her time in this room. She only started repairing the dress a day or so ago, the other days she would check her inventory of salves and ointments, the little scraps of clothing she had and anything else that was in her bag. There wasn’t a lot in her bag so found herself rearranging things over and over again.

But she found that this repetitive task was better than going out of the room and facing…Blade. Once her worry about the other woman wore off she found herself becoming upset with her. In the beginning she had ignored it and tried to act normally. She checked on Blade, looked over the bandages and managed to catch Laquemil once or twice as he continued Blade’s treatment. But she found herself getting more and more upset and it was getting harder to hide that fact.

So she avoided Blade like the plague and only interacted with the others when she happened to cross path’s with them. Doina sighed and looked down at what she did with the dress. She wasn’t a very good seamstress. She didn’t pick the right color of green so now the dress had a large light green patch at the bottom. And her stitches were showing…she started to take them out and searched through her bag for another piece of cloth. Maybe she should have asked Silver’s friend for some help. Looking down at the dress she threw it aside and stood from the bed before pacing along the room.

““

Usually Doina had someone else to vent and rant at but since the only other person she would have done this with was the topic of her rant…talking to herself would do.

““

She took a breath stopped pacing and sat down on the bed. She ran a hand through her hair.

““

In the two battles they’ve been in Blade had sustained the most damage and came close to death. The first Doina could over look. They had run across the Fire Spawn and were just starting out. They were ill prepared for it and Blade had to go all out to drive it off. But from them she had told them how dangerous her shadow powers were to her body. So shouldn’t she take precautions to make sure the shadows don’t hurt her? But with the Water spawn, again she had torn herself apart using her powers.

““ she mumbled.

She got up and walked over to the door and out the room. Maybe she would go outside and take a walk or something, she hadn’t been outside in a few days. She walked down the stairs, wondering what all the others were up to. They were never really close, well at least not as a group but the divide between them was even more apparent these days. She looked over the railing as she heard voices, one was Leon’s and the other’s was….Blade’s.