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 Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 5:57 pm
Lucijah couldn't deny that her eyes locked onto Nera as she ate. Grease shined on her own chin and forearms, but the blood that dripped down Nera's face was enticing in a carnal, living way - somehow made even more so by the knowledge that this creature they feasted on had taken so much of their own blood. Tasting and enjoying it, having the creatures' spilt life essence staining her, enjoying it, made Lucijah watch, appreciative. Had she been in a better state she'd eagerly have washed the liquid from her beloved's arms, and cleaned each finger herself with infinite care. Now, she had to be happy that her love enjoyed it herself, eyes drawing closed at the moan that broke from Nera's throat. It was spectacular, this feeling - of being alive. Once she cracked open her (admittedly sleep heavy) eyes, Luc returned that proud smile and reached to grip the braid that trailed infront of Nera's ear, using it as a leash to pull her down against her face, kissing her and briefly licking at blood-tinged lips. Then she stopped and instead dipped her head against Nera's throat, pouting at the question. "I've had tea." She said with a snort.
It wasn't a local thing - but her father had brought home leaves and roots, drying and powdering them, or soaking them in boiling water. It was a strange way to use your leaves. In the jungle, the idea of drying out leaves that were designed, by nature, to keep out moisture was counterproductive to soaking them in liquids. But she'd had tea, before. "Mm. No, love - water, then sleep I think." With water, she didn't trust herself to use her own hands. Meat could be dropped upon her bosom and picked back up - but water would slip against her skin, where her tongue couldn't follow. So she gave her love a demure, somewhat shy look, and leaned her face close to hers once more, dragging her lips against her cheekbone briefly, then leaning back. She was already feeling a bit tight in her skin, a sort of flushed heat in her cheeks, but the heavy feeling of being fed, plus the numbness the medicine still gave, helped tremendously in lulling her towards sleep.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 5:59 pm
Nera made quick work of sating the thirst of this stranger she already considered her beloved. The fact of the matter was she hadn’t thought of making tea just that moment, she had offered it but wasn’t sure what the verdict would be. It was good to know that the pale-skinned shifter knew what tea was and didn’t scoff at the mention of it, perhaps in the morning Nera would scale the skyline a bit more, maybe find one of the large insects that often rested in the canopy along with some nuts for a stuffing and roast the pest in just a way that she knew without a doubt her love would appreciate and grab some thistle and gnarls of bark so that she could brew them something warm before they set out.
Taking a pull from the flask the redhead set it to the side, the netting much too tightly woven for the canter to fall through the knit holes. “You’re right, we should rest now. Morning will be here before we know it.” Slipping her arm behind Lucijah’s head to substitute as a pillow Nera coiled against the brute while keeping the minimal needed distance to avoid aggravating her injuries, trailing her fingertips to her shawled top the desert-dweller un-bound her chest and draped the garb across the other woman’s chest and sides, she would no doubt need the added warmth and the comfort of being bare beside this Earthling washed away any uncertainties she might have had.
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 6:00 pm
Whatever Nera's plans were for the morning, Lucijah was just glad the woman was here tonight - pressed against her and so comfortable and warm. She was given more water, which refreshed her and helped cool her lips from the last morsel she'd devoured, and soon after Nera took her own drink, her amber love wrapped her arm behind her neck and pulled her close. The shawl was removed, leaving Nera's shoulders bare, but even if Lucijah wanted to object, she was so cold that having it wrapped around her quickly dried the complaint in her throat. It was a bit of a kick to her desire to be the protector, but she knew that, patched up or no, there was the risk that despite all Nera had done, something might go wrong - internal bleeding, infection, which was hugely possible in the jungle even with cleaned wounds and boiled water, or simply succumbing to exhaustion and dehydration. Taking a deep breath, Lucijah was too tired to argue or think more on it. Instead she rested her head against Nera's arm, feeling herself becoming limp against her, and almost as soon as she decided to sleep - she sank off into the realm of dreams.
She slept deeply, but midway through the night her body began to burn - sweat pouring from her skin, sticking her hair to her face and shoulders. Her pale skin flushed and shining with exhaustion, Lucijah mumbled weakly in her sleep, and come morning the pain killing medicines her love had spared for her wore off - leaving her shaking and groaning occasionally in pain. But come sun up - as her skin dipped from milky to shade, Lucijah opened her exhausted eyes, shaken and dry-mouthed, but with a fever that had broken, and a pained soreness that dropped like a veil over her body.
But she had survived the night - and with food in her belly, already her body was on its way to healing.
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