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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 8:02 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 8:29 am
Aranea entered her bed chamber, leaving the door ajar and went over to the bed, putting down the bowl of water on a cloth at the foot of her bed. She had strips of cloth, and a needle and thread ready. The water had tea tree oil in it; something she had made use of her Kithain in getting. She used a small mirror to examine the wound, as it was not in a place where she could see without use of a reflective surface. The wound was long, and the Fey's antlers had ripped through part of her dress. She was annoyed at that as well, and winced as she touched the wound, fingering the torn fabric. She glanced towards her door; hoping that Feles would turn up soon.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 8:33 am
The cat had followed not far behind her, after taking several minutes to clean up the papers he'd scattered across the hall upon discovery of the Sun Court. Now that the girl was safely tucked away and wouldn't be escaping anytime soon, he moved towards Aranea's chambers and knocked politely before stepping inside.
"The notes are a bit wrinkled," he said disdainfully, moving to set the papers on her desk. "I dropped them in the hall back there." As he turned towards her, one brow lifted and he saw what she was trying ot do. There was no way she was going to stitch that wound herself. "Do you have anything to dull the pain?" he asked, moving to kneel beside the bed, putting him at eye level with the wound as she sat. "And you're going to need to remove your dress."
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 8:42 am
She called a soft enter when he knocked, smiling a little as he entered. She shrugged;
'Thats okay - I'm sure wrinkles wont prevent me from reading them.'
The notes were really the last of her worries right now.
'I've taken a small amount of laudanum.' she admitted. It was enough to dull the pain for whilst the wound was being stitched. It was also giving her a small pleasant feeling, which was a bit disconcerting.
'I'm going to have do what?' she eyed the top of his head, feeling that damn blush appear on her cheeks.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 8:46 am
"I can't stitch this through the fabric," he said simply, his gaze still on the wound. It wasn't TOO bad, but it would need care soon. He reached for the needle then, threading it easily. "You'll need to remove your dress." Feles looked up at her then, blinking at her as if this was just common sense. "Why are you blushing?"
Oh...
As if just realising what he'd asked her to do, the blush came across HIS cheeks then, and he looked back to the wound.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 8:56 am
'Because I dont often remove my clothes with an audience,' she muttered. She put a hand on his head, her fingers moving through his hair.
'But I guess I should repay the favour,' she smirked a little, referring to when he had grown. She swivelled on the bed, taking her hand from his head. She reached under her hair, unclipping her dress at the clasps around her neck. The straps dropped, and she moved the top of her dress down, covering herself with two arms, as she pulled the dress down to her waist with the other two.
'Is that enough?' she asked softly, feeling oddly exposed and very aware of Feles kneeling near her. Her pulse raced, and she was sure he could probably hear her quickened heartbeat.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:02 am
"Y-yes..." he stammered, glancing away quickly even though part of him was REALLY wishing she only had two damned arms. He focused his attention on the wound, bringing up a bit of the water on a clean cloth to daub at it and clean away the blood that had dried there.
"So..." he began, wanting to get the conversation on something other than clothing (or lack thereof). "What will be done with the intruder?" He also hoped it gave Aranea something else to think about other than the needle he slid through her skin at the corner of the gash.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:09 am
She trembled a little under his touch; what the hell was that about? she railed at herself. She kept as still as she could, her arms firmly across her bare chest. She sucked in a sharp breath when the needle pierced her skin for the first time - next time she would take more laudanum!
'Questions...how they found our Castle for one,' she said.
'I'll keep her in a drugged state so that she will tell all easily.' she gripped the sheets on her bed, gritting her teeth.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:10 am
Not enough painkiller... and it was too late to just stop and give her more. "Tell me," he whispered, making another stitch, close to the original. "What would you do to her, given the chance?" He remembered Aranea's hatred of the Sun Court... if he could get her to think about THAT instead of the pain, she'd be much better off.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 9:15 am
She reached and touched the top of his head again.
'I'd kill her. In the slowest possible way. Poison that strips away the bodies defences.' she said, her voice full of venom. The needle slid into her skin again, the thread tugging and she felt it all.
'But it would be more fun to..' she sucked in a breath again.
'Poison her and deliver her back to the Sun Court. Let them try and cure her...let them watch her slip away,' she sighed a little, as if the thought pleased her.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:14 am
Smling faintly, Feles nodded and continued his work. "You do wonderfully with poisons and potions. I'm certain you could come up with something to do exactly that." He did his work quickly, stitching up the wound and making certain the thread would hold. "That should do it," he said, moving to wipe off the needle and clean his hands.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:20 am
She let out a sound of relief, turning away from him and wiping her eyes. Weak..she was weak enough to cry. She would have to master pain. Or make sure she was never hurt again.
'Thank you,' she mumbled, uncrossing her arms. She rubbed the feeling back into her upper arms, her hair now doing the job of covering her. She couldnt look at him, wouldnt look at him whilst she gathered herself.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:27 am
He would have apologized... but he knew there was nothing to apologize for. It was a necessity to stitch the wound, and he couldn't control how much pain it caused. Instead, he cleaned up the tools he'd used, carrying them to the desk and laying them aside. "The notes are as clear as I could make them.. hopefully you'll have a better time reading my handwriting than you did witht he faded text. There are apparently times that my vision comes in handy."
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:51 am
She brushed the hair back from her face, regaining control over her emotions. She would have to find a better painkiller then laudanum. It affected her too much, and in the wrong way.
'I'm sure I will,' she said, turning to face him. Enough of this weakness. She was a strong female. She was a black widow. Aranea stood from the bed, letting the dress drop around her ankles and she stepped from it, standing before him as he had stood before her.
'I cannot wear a torn and bloody dress,' she explained, moving over to the tall wooden wardrobe.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2005 10:54 am
He couldn't help but stare... who wouldn't?? Swallowing hard, Feles simply nodded, steeling his voice and forcing it to be steady. "I understnad," he said simply, watching her move towards the wardrobe. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned his hips back against the desk, his tail draped over the corner of it. "Are the stitches too tight?" he asked, hoping he hadn't inadvertantly caused her more pain.
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