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 Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 10:37 pm
Mot carried the unconscious body of Hel into his own dorm room to let her rest. He laid her down onto his bed, and while hesitant to do so, removed some of her layers to get at the wound he'd inflicted. FooFoo watched from a high place, while Mot cast a glare at the foxfire. He felt like the ball of fur was judging him. What right did that little thief have anyway?
Despite the watchful eyes of the mini pet, Mot brought over a first aid kit as well as a damp cloth to clean the wound.
After all was said and done, Hel was bandaged and tucked into bed, with Mot sitting in a chair right beside her, waiting for her to wake up.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 10:50 pm
Nothingness was blissful…until she started coming around.
First thing she noticed as she crawled her way back to consciousness? Things were hurting and sore. Her wings, definitely…and this spot on her rib cage…this spot on her rib cage…still not fully awake yet, Hel curled into her side, and seemingly into herself as her brows furrowed in discomfort. A hand moved under her tunic to reach and press against the spot, only to find it covered in gauze. Wait…
Damn it. That’s right.
She battled Mot. He finished her off. Damn it. He beat her after scolding her too. Damn it. One thing was right though…Hel’s serious frustration was drained…now she was just mildly annoyed, though this time it was all directed at herself. Her eyes opened, a lidded gaze taking in the sight of a wall that was familiar…but wasn’t her own. This bed wasn’t hers either…it was Mot’s. So he…took her here and tended to her injuries…?
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She wasn’t ready to roll over and look at him yet, though she felt him there, behind her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 10:55 pm
Mot lifted his head as Hel stirred, thinking she must be awake now. She didn't seem comfortable though, if her body language was any indication. The reaper fretted inwardly, setting up and padding his way to the kitchen.
Something to make her more comfortable... Hot water bottle? Cold cloth? Medicine? He got all three due to indecision.
The reaper came back with a tray of many things, setting it down carefully on his nightstand and sitting back down. "Hel? Are you feeling okay?" Mot asked with concern evident in his tone.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:04 pm
…Oh. There was…something about finally hearing his voice again after a few days. Hel’s expression softened, though her lips were still pulled in a frown. Concern…
Gah.
She didn’t know what to feel at this moment.
Hel slowly started to roll onto her other side, wincing in pain from the shot to her ribs still. Her gaze seemed to be everywhere but Mot as she finally faced him, pulled the blankets up to her nose to hide her uncertain frown. “…Fine…” She muttered, her brows furrowing once more as her fingers twitched. It wasn’t a bold action…and it may not have been characteristic of her, but then again…she’d never been in a situation like this with someone before. Someone she really cared about who wasn’t a member of her family…
A hand slipped out from under the blankets cautiously, and she held it out to him with her palm up, risking a glance at him before looking elsewhere.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:10 pm
As tough as Mot had been trying to be the last few days, Mot was still Mot, and he wasn't one to hold much of a drudge unless someone really rubbed him the wrong way.
Hel's uncharacteristic action brought a soft smile to the reaper's face. He reached out and took her hand, holding it firmly in his own. "No you're not." He replied quietly, still giving her a smile even if she wouldn't look at him. He leaned down, lifting her hand to kiss her knuckles. If nothing else it might let her know that he wasn't mad. Then again maybe she wasn't concerned about that.
"I hope you realize this counted as a battle. That means your end of the bet will have to be upheld." He grinned cheekily.
Teasing? A little, but he also hoped it might lighten the mood. But maybe not.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:21 pm
There was a flood of relief as Mot took her hand, and immediately she held back onto it tightly, relishing in the warmth.
She dared a glance at him…the stupid moths fluttering a bit at seeing a soft smile on his face. A brow rose, looking like she wanted to challenge that statement about being fine or not, but she let it go as she felt and watched his lips against her knuckles. Yes, she was blushing, and yes, the moths were being little jerkwads in her stomach. Seriously moths, her ribs were hurting, cut it out.
The moths stopped though, as soon as Mot reminded her of their last bet.
She stared at him flatly.
Really!?. Really.
Hel let out a groan as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her face into his pillow, where she groaned again, though it was muffled this time. Still, she held onto his hand tightly, and hey….this pillow smelled nice. Like Mot.
Who she had to wear dresses for. For a week.
She swatted one of her feet at into the mattress to further express how much this blew.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:25 pm
Mot almost felt bad for her.
Almost.
Her clear unhappiness with the realization she had to go through with the bet was a little endearing though. Mot tried not to laugh out loud, and settled on a soft chuckle. "I'm sorry, Hel." He said, though still obviously amused. "A bet is a bet. You'd never let me get away with it either." He shifted from his chair onto the bed so he could be closer, patting the ghoul on the head.
"There there."
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 11:34 pm
“…You are not sorry, and do not patronize me.” Her tone was resigned, and luckily held no edge or malice. Just…tired resignation. Muffled too. She still had her face buried in the pillow.
She frowned into the pillow. She wanted to address the subject from the other day…but…what about it exactly? Apologize to him? No…that didn’t seem like what she needed to do…or was it? Should the apology go to Riyo…? Oh…hel no. No. She was not going to apologize to Riyo. Hel sighed. Still…she didn’t feel like she could let this topic go yet.
“…Are…you still upset with me?” She asked, face still buried in the pillow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 1:32 pm
Mot tilted his head at her question, looking down at the back of her head with a soft expression. "A little bit. Not as much." Mot said honestly, his hand still resting on the ghoul's head.
"I understand that you're proud and stubborn, but it takes a much stronger person to let behavior like Riyo's roll off your back. Reacting to her will only feed the fire, you know?" He hoped he wasn't coming off as condescending, but he felt like Hel needed to hear his opinion on the matter. She needed to know why he'd been upset with her.
"You used a weapon against her in a petty verbal fight. You feel that was okay now that you look back?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:39 pm
A little bit still!? He had won their battle, and she had to wear dresses for a week! What more did he want?
Whaaat? A stronger person to just sit there and take it!? Hel didn’t agree, and she frowned into the pillow. “No, Mot. If you let someone like Riyo continue to run her mouth without consequences, then she will not learn her lesson.” That’s what Hel believed, anyways. “Did you know it takes forty-two muscles to frown, but only three to extend your arm and witch-slap the offender upside the head?” This conversation might have been a smidgeon humorous with Hel’s tone still muffled by the pillow.
“Do I feel like it was alright? Yes, I do. Weapons are natural to us, remember? It is an extension of ourselves…and besides, Riyo got even, as she used her nails and natural ability on me.” That cleared the slab in Hel’s book.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:47 pm
Oh dear. This was a severe clash of personal beliefs.
"Is that so? You feel constantly reacting to Riyo will teach her a lesson? Then why is it the two of you clash each and every time you are in the same room?" Mot said in all seriousness, frowning at the back of Hel's head. "To me, it doesn't look like either of you have learned anything at all."
Her anology garnered no verbal response from Mot.
"Fair enough." Mot replied in response to her final two points. He'd let her have that one, since it was true.
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:55 pm
“It is a power struggle.” Hel replied matter-o-factly. “One of these days I will come out on top…it is only a matter of time…” She muttered this more to herself though, and eventually the ghoul tilted her head up, staring at the headboard now for some much needed air. Part of her felt good that Mot didn’t dispute her last few points…but at the same time, it wasn’t exactly a victory either.
“…Anything else?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 2:59 pm
Stubborn was not a strong enough word to describe Hel.
"No. I've said what I wanted to say. Anything more would be repeating myself into redundancy." He replied, pausing and standing up. "Just know I won't come between you two anymore. Even if Riyo is winning." A warning. Hel wanted to win? Well, she won. Mot would have no part in her war.That also meant he would not come running to defend her either.
"You need rest. I'll leave you be."
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 3:19 pm
Woah…wait. WAAAAAIT. Things had seemed to take a turn that left Hel rather unsettled. Her head whipped up and she stared up at the cowboil wide eyed as he stood. No, this didn’t feel good at all. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out…she closed it, and her brows furrowed as she scrambled to try and gather some coherent thoughts.
Wait. His hand. She was still holding onto it. The ghoul tightened her grip on it, certainly not intent on letting him go anywhere right at this moment.
“I’d always fight for you, Mot.” She uttered, the first thoughts just spilling forth now. “Even if you were wrong.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 3:31 pm
Mot frowned, his brows furrowing at her refusal to let him go. "Riyo is my friend. I won't help you fight her simply because I care for you." He made no move to free his hand yet.
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