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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 3:29 am
  This is a private roleplay between Sara [biki] and Bataar [kaya], please do not post! Setting"You are not as young as you used to be."
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 3:47 am
Bataar was sick, sicker than she had expected him to be. Last night she had walked him home and got him to bed, however afterwards she did not leave. She spent the night sat next to him, whipping the sweat from his brow and stroking his hair. She did not want to leave him in the state he was in, even this morning when she should have been at the temple she found herself reluctant to go. Instead she got a couple of hours sleep and got to work, she had done some laundry and even made some breakfast which was now cooking on a wooden fire outside. She did not want to wake him, he needed his rest. Besides he looked kind of cute as he slept.
After everything was done she returned to sit at the edge of his bed, if he thought he was leaving it today he had another thing coming, she knew how stubborn he could be, but when it came to his health she would have to make him see sense.
The conduit leaned over and placed her hand on the side of his face, his fever was unchanged. She sighed knowing there was nothing she could do, this was not a wound she could patch up, not an illness she could prescribe medicine for. This was a virus; the only thing that could fight it was his own body. He was always so strong, on the battlefield she doubted anyone could better him, however to get through this he would need a different kind of strength. What made it worse was the fact she knew this was just the beginning; his condition was going to determinate more before he was going to recover. It was how these things worked.
She gently brushed his skin with his fingers, moving his bangs behind his fin like he usually did with her. He did need rest, however he also needed to eat to keep his strength up. She had noticed he was thinner, Bataar would never be slim, yet she could tell he had not been moving around as much as he usually did. ”Bataar, wake up its morning.” She lied knowing full well it was closer to noon.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 4:50 am
Bataar had been tossing and turning all night, feeling drained and almost unable to move. He had been trapped in the midst of many luridly vivid fever dreams. He was faintly aware of a nearby presence, but it seemed to him that it wasn't quite close enough. He finally awoke with a weak sort of gasp, his face contorted with a look of faint fear. The illness had, it seemed, gotten the better of him to quite an extent. He felt absolutely terrible.
The captain looked over to the Legionnaire at his side, nodding uncertainly. "Yeah, I guess I've been sleeping a while." he admitted, slowly sitting up and propping himself on a pile of furs nearby. He brushed his bangs away from his face and paused for a moment, rubbing his eyes vigorously. Although he'd known to some extent, he hadn't expected that Sara would actually stay the entire night, and he was fairly sure that she ought to be at the temple right now.
He reached for her hand and held it in his own for a small while before squeezing it and moving to get up and-- well, stopping. He looked surprised, as if he'd expected his strength to return in its entirety at least enough to stand, but clearly it had not. Pretending he hadn't meant to get up, he leaned back against the furs, noting that his yurt looked much neater than it had earlier. That was no doubt the fault of Sarangerel, and he was grateful but not very likely to mention it.
Shifting, Bat turned his attention back to the soul conduit. "I'm still a little ill, I guess." he commented awkwardly, beginning to examine his fingernails. He refused to struggle in front of her-- that would be too painful for both of them, in Bataar's opinion. He might be better by the next day, anyway. No use in pushing it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 2:53 am
Pale eyes watched as the Mongolian man woke from a fairly uneasy sleep; she was expecting him to be groggy and weak however when he tried to stand her heart skipped a beat. He did not even have the strength to get onto his feet? That was the final straw for her, she could not leave him, at least not until he was able to at least take care of himself. Sara smiled, thinking it amusing that she played the role of his doctor more than any other. Over the months he had come to her with all kinds of injuries, yet this was one she could not help him with. She felt useless if not worse.
She knew that he would never admit to needing her, so instead of making him ask, she would just do what she needed to. At this moment Bataar was the closest person to her heart, she would always be there for him. That much he should know by now. She might not be able to heal him, but maybe she could at least make his life a little easier until he recovered.
She let out a faint chuckle when he mentioned being a little sick, if that was not the understatement of the age she would eat her own hat. At least he was in good spirits. “Well, my cooking is yet to kill you – so you can survive some more of it.” She nodded, standing up and then wondering towards the entrance, she disappeared for a moment or two before making her way back over to his bed with a couple of bowls.
She placed one by his side, in the back of her mind wondering how she could get a few days off of her temple duties. Or would she need to disappear for more than a few days, she could always be here during the day and at the temple on a night, after all who needs sleep? It looked like she had some thinking to do; she could not leave him alone like this, that much was certain.
She crossed her legs and rested her own bowl on her lap, truth was she wasn’t that hungry. However he body was shivering from the fact she had been awake all night, hopefully this would warm her up and keep her going for a little while longer. “I will have to go to the temple later, just try not to strain yourself whilst I am gone. I know how stubborn you can be.” She told him, she was not usually one to give orders to him, yet when it came to his health she was not willing to take any risks, she cared too much about him.
She brought a spoonful of strew to her mouth, in true Sara tradition she had made a big pot so he could just help himself whenever he wanted some, knowing that the last thing on his mind at the moment should be cooking. Her pale eyes once again wondered to meet him. “Besides you old timers should be taking things easy.” She added with a small smirk, she was trying to lighten the mood; however her choice of words was probably not the most welcome.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 2:22 pm
Illness was not something that Bataar was accustomed to. He prided himself on immunity, in fact, and had been surprised when this virus had come along. It was strange, after all, that a man who was so rarely sick would catch something as bad as this was. The oddity was hardly appreciated. Feeling or acting weak was not something that the captain took well to, probably not surprisingly given his usual disposition.
The fact that Sara was here was an item of embarrassment, as well. He raised his brows as she mentioned her cooking, but remained rather quiet, accepting his bowl. He knew that she ought to be at the temple, and that she was going out of her way to stay with him here, and he appreciated it but it wasn't the easiest fact to accept-- that she was taking care of him, and that he was seeming a little on the helpless side.
He didn't touch his stew and instead nodded agreeably, thinking that he'd wait until she was in the temple to reveal too much in the way of collapse. He felt exhausted and absolutely terrible, but it couldn't be helped. He'd just try to stay strong, and remain stoic.
Stoic, however, was not an option in the face of Sarangerel's next words.
He put his stew down a little precariously, his eyes locked on her face for a moment, his mouth slightly agape. His expression slowly changed to that of quite a sullen child. "I am not old." he objected, pronouncing his words very carefully as if to make it as clear as possible. He hadn't even considered the possibility that the other Lunarian might be joking, and was horrified at her perception of him. He was only twenty-six! That was not old!
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:30 am
Out of all the people in Lunaria, Bataar was the one who she thought had no insecurities; however by the way he reacted she knew that she was wrong. When she had called him an old timer she fully intended it to be a joke, she knew Bataar was twenty six, six years older than Sara herself. Though that meant very little to her to say some Lunarian's lived to ninety if not more. Straight away she knew she offended him, all she could do was give a small smile and budge up the bed to sit closer. It was good to know that he was human, even though she was concerned about his health it was comforting to know that he was not strong all the time. He did not have to be around her, maybe in time he would learn to understand that.
She placed herself by his side, raising her hand to rest it on his chest. Long fingers stroking the skin next to his largest scar as gentle as she could. "I was only joking; there is no need to be so defensive." She chuckled slightly shaking her head. Maybe she was not reacting how he would want her to, she would say sorry but thought there no need. She leaned closer to him, her hand slipping up his chest and to his check before the started to play with his thick down hair. She rested her body against his, her head resting on his shoulder. She coultd hear his heart, feel his chest moving up and down as he breathed. It was shallow and weaker to what it usually was but she found comfort in it, she had missed him and even though he had returned to her broken it was better than him not returning at all.
‘I don’t think you are old, would I look on an old man as I do you? You are a Noble Captain, your mother has tried to kill me numerous times and I have to sneak around at night in order to spend time with you and I lie to all my friends. I can assure you that six years means nothing to me. I hope that it means nothing to you either.’ She never thought that maybe he still saw her as the child who he had met once upon a time, she hoped that was not the case. She wanted to let him know that she cared for him, if she had displeased him it was not her aim, she just wanted to lighten the mood and maybe make him smile. Though she knew this was not the time to talk about such things, right now he needed to concentrate on getting better.
It was all she cared about.
She smiled and closed her eyes for a moment, a small part of her wanted to fall asleep. He was warm. “You are not old, you are brave and you are strong and before you know it you will be back on your feet like the Hero I remember. Until then I will be here for you, like I always have been.” She stated leaning back up to look at him, she knew she needed to go at the moment but she refused to leave him until she knew that he was okay.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 3:39 pm
Bataar could easily have been considered obsessed with having as powerful a front as possible when dealing with anyone, Sara included. His jaw strained with displeasure as he examined the other Lunarian, knowing full well that he was, indeed, a little older nowadays. He knew he was probably as simple to read as a book, but clamming up in this situation seemed entirely appropriate to the Captain. He would, after all, put forth the argument that he tended to age more than anything else, what with the fights and the scars. But, anyway, he was going to stick with it: he wasn't old and how dare she!
He winced briefly at the physical contact before relaxing, his lips pursing as he listened to her explanation. "I'm not being defensive." he replied, biting his lip and knowing perfectly well that he was. He wrapped his arms around the Legionnaire gently, feeling suddenly drained and unprepared for argument. His age didn't need to be getting in the way of anything, right now, as far as he could logically see, but Bataar was not a creature ruled by logic and impulse tended to play a much larger role in his life.
"Of course I'm not old," he said, finally heaving a sigh indicative of of his crisis' end. "But you are young." The conclusion was unfair, to be sure, but it was one that he'd been making ever since the first day that he'd met Sarangerel. To Bataar, her youth had a certain constancy to it that he appreciated, but it was also something that he wished not to defile. He had not yet accepted that she was on the path to growth and, for that, he would surely have to deal with some sorts of consequences.
Perhaps he had a cold, or something of that nature right now. There was no way of telling, but it would be better to concentrate on recovering as opposed to arguing. That was how he saw it, anyway, unfair age assumptions aside.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2011 4:22 pm
Sara rolled her pale eyes. "I am not that young." She lied. Admittedly even though Sara stopped growing a long time ago her head was still in the clouds and she still hung onto the innocence which she possessed when she first came here. Her rose-tinted vision and optimistic idealism might have not been something that many people shared, but it was something she would never truly let go of. It was the only thing that seemed to be keeping her here and out of the lake with Mizuki the mad. She liked to think it was charming but in reality it made people roll their eyes more often than not (and occasionally got her injured, thus her facial scaring). "Besides, have you seen the Priests in the temple. Give me half a year and I will be one of them, long white beard and wrinkles included, its a occupational obligation you know." She joked, thinking of her old masters. It was a good thing she was a shaman, maybe they aged more pleasantly. Odval might have been insane, but she was not unpleasing to look at.
She was not stupid, despite how young he might think of her. She knew already that this was more than a cold, she did not know if there was a feeling in the air or something in her waters but... she knew it was not as simple as it seemed. Instead of vocalizing her worry, she instead decided it best to keep chirpy, no doubt he would hate her mothering him. "Now, no complaints. I am going to bring you back some herbs from the temple and you are going to take them for my sake and peace of mind. Or I will make whatever headache you have so much worse. Us gir- no. Us ladies have a habit of nagging when our instructions are not followed." She nodded, closing her eyes and twiddling some of his hair between her long tanned fingers as he held onto her. She would like to think she was getting used to how to handle him, even though she was probably far from a master at the art.
She could tell by his shift in weight that he had suddenly felt weak, she tried to not let it show but her ghostly eyes showed concern. She bit her lip, it was not her that needed reassuring, she needed to be strong so he could be. The conduit did not know why she could not shake this feeling, the feeling that something bad was going to happen. She leaned up to look at his face and tilted her head to the side, her long strands of teal hair falling over her shoulder. "Get some rest whilst I am gone Hero. It will stop you missing me, besides I would rather you snore whilst I was not around." She smirked leaning over and pecking him on the cheek playfully. A small part of her was going to enjoy picking on him whilst he could not fight back.
Just a small part.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 5:21 am
Bataar snorted, his disbelief showing through as he observed the soul conduit beside him. She was, as far as he was concerned, extremely youthful. He wasn't claiming that it detracted from her in any way, but it was, in general, what he believed. He pushed a strand of hair that had escaped from her bangs back behind her fin as she tried to defend herself, his green eyes taking on a rather uninterested light. "Suuure." he responded sarcastically, perhaps not taking her as seriously as she may have wished. He was, admittedly, not the best as far as intuitive forces were concerned.
He made a face as she mentioned that she was going to force him to consume herbs within the day and made certain that his displeasure would be clearly visible. Medication was, after all, not something that he could claim to enjoy in any way, shape, or form. "You don't have to do that. I'll be better by tomorrow." he declared much more cheerfully than he actually felt. In truth, he felt drained to his bones, and even this witty banter was tiring him immensely. He would have gladly sunk down into his bed if he'd been at all certain that he'd be able to get up again anytime soon.
Bat could not help but produce a look of relief when he saw that Sara would be leaving him. He would stop having to put on a powerful front, for one thing. He only needed a few more moments worth of decent energy in order to make it through this, and he thought he might be able to, although it was getting harder and harder for him to gather the energy even to properly sit upright. The Mongol slumped against the pillows after she'd kissed him on the cheek and took a deep breath prior to closing his eyes.
He'd either fallen asleep very quickly or he'd passed out.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 11:29 am
Clearly someone was not in a talkative mood today, if anything that only added to her worry - he was not very social at the best of times, however not even a smile? ( she could not be that unfunny, right? )"Did I not just say no complaints?" She stated raising a eyebrow as he protested he would be better in the morning, I think they both knew that was a lie. Yet it seemed like her voice was making him tired if anything so no doubt her words would get lost someone-where between her lips and his ear fins. "Don't look too pleased I am leaving." She rolled her eyes, not in a way that meant she took offence, more so to suggest that she did not mind him not wanting her here at the moment. She knew he always had a hard time letting anyone see him weak. Even now he was pretending, putting up a wall instead of expressing how he really felt.
"Good night, Hero." Despite it being the middle of the day it was all she could think to say, after-all it seemed like he was asleep already. Sara tied her cape around her shoulders and placed her hat on her head, brining her fringe back forward and over her eye. Just because Bataar did not feel uncomfortable around it did not mean the temple goers felt the same. The conduit took one last look at him with her pale eyes before she headed out to do her duties.
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