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 Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 9:26 am
Skadravi's world shrunk to pinpricks of knowledge. His fingers were wet. The ground beneath him was solid and dry, and he was in the rain-starved land of Oba, but his fingers were wet. Dust and dirt coiled around his lips with the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. He was breathing. Or it was windy. Maybe both. There was light. Too bright and natural, despite the way his eyelids shielded his sight. The sun was rising after what seemed like an uncharacteristically long night. He couldn't move. It didn't matter if he'd physically lost the capability or if it was some great bar of reluctance that kept him rooted down, half-curled and face-down in the ground. The point was, he was there, and a tension in his chest kept reminding him of how anxious he was against the movement of even breathing.
That was all he knew. Everything else was pushed away, forced somewhere back into the recesses of his mind while he clung with desperate abandon to these few facts: wet, breath, sun, still. Wet, breath, sun, still. The thoughts were kept close at hand. As long as he had them, he was alive. Because at some point not many hours ago, he'd feared death. Now there was no room for fear; only these four things. Wet, breath, sun, still.
For now, they were distracting enough. Anything else may prove to be too... exciting for him to endure. He didn't concern himself with the outside. Mundane sounds like the sporadic footsteps of passerby or idle morning chatter were ignored. Oba was waking up, but Dravi only needed quiet. And still.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 9:47 am
Traveling with a bunch of familiars was slow-going, to say the least. Shaza could carry Khalel, the perzi and the zanteer, but it made traveling through the streets of the city a bit difficult. Some of them weren't very wide, so they had to walk along carefully. With Ruindego in tow, they had to be cautious not to leave him behind as well. Yet they would make it to the Haven of Tears soon enough. Then all that was left to do was pick up Skadravi and be on their way. It was as simple as that.
She didn't know why she did it, but when she left her father's house for the last time, Khalel decided on taking a different route. Instead of the direct route to the Haven, she was taking the side streets through the upper class district. Perhaps it was because she wanted to stay as long as possible, or perhaps it was because she wanted the quickest way back home if she changed her mind. Well, whatever the reason, her decision had been made. What she didn't expect to see on this route, however, was a young man curled up in the street.
A drunk? Perhaps a trespasser? All of these were viable options for the story behind the young man. What didn't add up to these stories, however, was all the blood that was on the ground. "By the gods," she whispered to herself as she hoisted herself down from her janarim. As she did, she could hear a low growl rumbling in Shaza's throat. It was predatory and primal -- clearly, she didn't like what had happened. "Are you o--..." Khalel's words caught in her throat when she got closer to the hurt individual. That was when she was able to make out exactly who it was.
Skadravi.
"Oh, gods," she said, immediately rushing to his side and trying to help him up. Deep lash marks that were open and bleeding decorated all over his back. How he was even alive still, she had no idea, but he wouldn't be for much longer if he didn't get help. "Don't worry. I'm going to help. I'll take care of you." It was all the collector could do not to burst in a fit of tears. Who would do this to him? How could people be so cruel?
"It's Khalel. Can you hear me?" But she didn't even bother to wait for a response. Instead, she told Shaza to keep moving forward with the other animals, and she hoisted up her boyfriend as carefully as possible. She they carried him over to the bushi who had been following along, and gingerly put him on Ruindego's back. She would sit with him and make sure the large tortoise-like creature got them back safely to the Haven. She just hoped that they could get back there quickly. Dravi's life depended on it.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2015 10:31 am
A new sense rapidly pervaded its way through his mind. It came instantaneously, without warning, and it lanced through the tidbits he clung to, scattering them to the winds and leaving only searing agony in their wake. Fingers grabbed him, pulled him, broke his still and ushered fire along his spine. He traded breathing for screaming, arms instantly flailing out to ward off the unwelcome intrusion and push back against the things he didn't know - the things he couldn't handle. The wet clung to him even in this state. And as he lurched away, his dampened fingers tangled in, not dust and dirt and debris, but straight, stringy ropes; hair. Darker than the combination of his skin and blood, and distinctly there, attached to some more solid force. He had to force his eyes open, coerce his body into performing even routine tasks, like holding himself upright in those arms and seeing. His deep-set, yellowed orbs opened, landing haphazardly around some expanse of brown skin and flowing dress and dark mahogany locks. "Khalel," he rasped out between struggled pants of air, recognition settling where a combination of fear and resistance had been before. She moved him. And while he wanted to voice his reluctance to her, in the back of his mind, he knew opening his mouth would likely only result in some garbled whimpers and pleas. Instead, he returned his attention back to small things. His fingers bunching in the back of the silky fabric of her dress, the sound of her voice; concerned, terrified, coaxing him along. The way she smelled. Because at some point, he registered that they were moving less,and he needed to retain some sort of contact with her, and he squirmed to settle his head in her lap. Jostling him hurt, but Khalel would know best. She would handle this better than he could.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 11:38 am
It took a while, but eventually the pair of them made it back to the Haven of Pearls where Skadravi could be safe. It was easier said than done, though, and even just the simple act of bringing the poor man there was exhausting for Khalel. She had to get him off Ruindego's back as carefully as possible. Then she had to get him down the ladder and practically carry him along to the inside chamber by holding him up. Any movement whatsoever had to be agony for him, and guilt wracked at her mind because of everything she was putting him through. Her work wasn't done, either, once they arrived. She had a lot more to do, and would have to soldier on, despite her exhaustion.
"Everything is going to be ok," she found herself saying, hoping that her words would reassure him, if only a little. On their way back to the Haven, the collector had made a point to stop at a healer that was nearby. She slipped in as quickly as she could, bought a few necessary provisions to help with Skadravi, and then headed back out. Hopefully, they would come in handy, but she had no idea. First aid had never exactly been her strong suit, and certainly not for wounds of this severity, but she had to try. For Skadravi, she'd have to do her best. He deserved everything she could do and then some.
First thing was first: she needed to give him something for the pain. From a bag at her side, she produced a small bottle, which she uncorked with a fluid flick of her thumb. She then, taking his head gently in her lap, held it to his lips and hoped that he would drink it. "This should help with the pain, ok? It'll numb it for a handful of hours," she explained, her eyes looking to the bag of supplies that she had. When she purchased everything, she made sure to get enough to last for a few days -- that way Skadravi could be as comfortable as possible. "Then you just tell me when you need more as it wears off."
Khalel fell silent after that, waiting for him to drink and for the medicine to take effect. Once it did, she would then move on to the next steps of caring for her boyfriend: cleaning and disinfecting the wounds.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 2:35 pm
Dego was not accustomed to a sense of urgency. His master was laid-back and carefree, never mind his inability to read a map or follow directions. Arriving anywhere in a timely manner was a seldom thing for the great tortoise. Dravi never minded. If anything, the hybrid two-legger appreciated a lack of purpose. Ambling with the wind was a fine enough past-time, so long as they weren't starving. Ruindego could take all the time he needed, as long as he was fed at a reasonable hour. Not today. The pitiful sounds emerging from his master's throat were worrisome and unusual. The smell radiating off of him even more so. It was a thick and heavy scent, entrenching everything and blotting other, more common smells from his senses. And the lady two-legs that Dravi had become companion to resonated with a picked desperation. Even when she halted him in his tracks and disappeared for several long moments into one of the Oban-clay buildings, Dego fidgeted warily. Skadravi's fingers drifted over his shell, brushing against the tough spines of protection along the bushi's legs and neck as he sought out the girl that had been there moment's before. His mind felt muddled, as if he was clipping out pieces of reality and pasting them alongside other, false memories and weaving some convoluted tale of what was actually occurring. "Khalel," he croaked when she'd been gone too long, but then she was there and they were moving again. For all he knew, perhaps they hadn't stopped at all. Getting into the haven registered as a haze of pain and movement and warmth, that he expected was likely Khalel's frame supporting him on some degree. He could walk. He wanted to tell her he could, but the thought was lost somewhere between his thoughts and his lips, and he ended up merely settling his head on her shoulder as they staggered along. In some indeterminable span of time, he was settled on his side, head propped in his companion's lap and something being pressed to his lips. His arm moved up, finding and wrapping about Khalel's fingers and holding. "I'm sorry..." Dravi murmured, feeling liquid tickle at his lips as he spoke. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" But he cut off, instead falling to her urging and tipping his head back to accommodate the little vial of remedy.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2015 4:41 pm
"Shhh," she hushed gently, a finger moving to his lips once he drank the liquid pain killer. He shouldn't be talking -- not in the state he was in. He'd need to save any ounce of energy that he had. It was not just going to be a long night, but a long couple of days or weeks to follow while he recuperated. "It's ok. There's nothing to apologize for." Whatever he had done, he had obviously felt guilty about it. It was how he had landed in such a predicament, after all. But Khalel didn't care what he did at the moment. All she cared about was taking care of him and making sure that he got better. That was the most important thing. Anything else could be discussed at a later time, when he was able to function on his own a little bit more.
After he drain the vial of liquid, she waited a few minutes for the drug to kick in. During this time, the collector busied herself with preparing the other item she had purchased. She collected and heated some water, so that it was warm when she cleaned the wounds on his back. She also poured some alcohol into a bowl, so that it was ready when the time came to disinfect the lash marks. Then there was salve to put over each wound, so as to reduce scarring (if only a little), and bandages upon bandages to dress the injuries.
Everything was readily available and in its place for her work, so Khalel set to it once she was sure Dravi would be numb to her work. Dipping a soft cloth in the warm water, she cleaned each of the wounds carefully. She then dipped another cloth in the alcohol and disinfected everything, so the chance of the injuries getting infected was lowered. Next came the salve, which Khalel placed generous globs on each wound, so as to cover their bases. One could never be too sure; not with wounds like these. Finally, bandaging came last, and she worked both gingerly and carefully to make sure everything was well covered. With the last of the wounds taken care of, it was only then that the girl allowed herself to sit back and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Everything is taken care of now, my love." Her words were soft and quiet, and it was clear that she was tired, though she didn't vocalize that out loud. "Once the medicine fades, I'll check the bandages, and change them accordingly as needed. But for now, you rest. You deserve to sleep." And with that, Khalel stood to take care of the bloody clothes and clean up the supplies that she had used. She'd get them all back out again later, but there was no point in having a mess around him now. He needed to rest, and he'd do it more easily in cleanliness. After she was done with all that, then she could rest, herself, and boy was she looking forward to it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 10:40 am
Skadravi was not so foolish as to believe that any random drug they could pick up so easily from the market would numb all of his pain. To be fair, he'd likely have to be completely unconscious for such a thing to have any chance of happening. Nonetheless as the serum eased his pain down from bright bursts and flares of agony every time he so much as twitched a muscle to a dull and ever-present burn, he felt only relief. Relief and gratitude. He still had no idea why Khalel had been roaming so close to his stepfather's estate, and with all her animals in tow, too. But it was a lucky thing, as any activity that involved her often was. He crossed his arms beneath a pillow, settling himself on his stomach atop a swath of bright blue and green and yellow Matori-themed blankets. From the corner of his eye, half-smudged by the pillow pressing against his cheek, he watched Khalel. It really should not be her job to handle this. If her upbringing was any indication, she likely never would've had to at all. Gods, Dravi was not a noble and he'd never had to patch anything greater than a few scrapes and cuts. "I'm sorry," he murmured again, words have swallowed by the cushions beneath him. If it were up to him, he'd never put her through this. Perhaps not even this time, if he wasn't too afraid to tell her to stop... Instead, he tucked his face into the pillow, struggling to keep his whimpers and mewls to a quiet minimum, particularly where alcohol was involved. Pain spiked and receded quickly, leaving him winded and worn and ushering in a glazed look to his eyes. Hurt mingled with the notion that he'd done something he shouldn't. And while custom and government dictated that thievery was indeed bad, Dravi couldn't be bothered to regret his attempts to ransack Kavovu's home. Only for the pain he caused Khalel. "My love," he repeated as his hybrid companion stood and began to move away. Even so, the dregs of a smile toyed at the corners of his lips. Skadravi would've liked to hold her, to touch her,press his face into her hair, tell her how much she meant to him. Tell her how much everything she did meant to him. But he said nothing. He remained quiet and watched her move about the room, tidying the mess he'd created for himself. The was comfort in her presence, if not as much as offered by her touch. "Khalel," he hummed as he raised an arm to reach for her. "Don't worry so much. Come here."
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2015 4:28 pm
Khalel wasted no time. The moment he had called out to her, she had turned and was moving over to his side. If he wanted her, then she was going to be there. The medical supplies could wait to be put away; Skadravi was more important. Once she had moved over to him, the collector dipped down and kneeled on the ground next to him. Thank the gods for the pillows and blankets that were scattered about the floor. They saved her knees, and mentally she said a silent thanks for them. Had they not been there, she would be sore getting up later on.
He told her not to worry so much. She wanted to smile -- wanted to chuckle at his words, but she found herself unable to do so. Her stomach was all twisted in knots with worry and fear. She hadn't asked what had happened, nor did she particularly want to, but whoever did this was a terrible person. "People here are so cruel..." she found herself saying, her voice a hushed murmur. As she thought of what happened to him and what happened to herself, she could feel tears starting to form in her eyes, but she did her best to ignore them.
The country of Oba and its people had never been kind to the pair of them. Skadravi had been treated like trash, and Khalel herself had been hidden away for the longest time. Recently, things had gotten even worse, what with her being kicked out and he being brutally injured as he was. All the desert nation had brought the pair of them was stress, frustration, fear and sadness. If she didn't have a reason to leave, then she certainly did now. Once her boyfriend was healed up, she would run away with him, and they could start over and make a new life for themselves. A better one. One where people appreciated them and didn't hate them for what they were.
Khalel had curled up next to her boyfriend by this point. She was lying on her side and had pulled herself into a tiny ball. "Once you're healed up, we can get out of here and never look back."
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 6:41 am
Skadravi's fingers sought out Khalel's as she took up a post next to him once again. He wanted to assure her that he was fine (he didn't feel fine), that the people of Oba just didn't understand (they had tiny, closed minds and no desire to understand), everything would work out (at some point, perhaps; off into the future). But Dravi had no desire to lie to her and even less desire to upset her further. Instead as she curled next to him, he inched ever-so-slightly forward, close enough to bump his lips against the tip of her nose. "No sense worrying," he whispered, giving her hand a squeeze and touching his forehead to hers. "You've done... more than enough. Look to the future." At some point that came quick on the heels of those words, Dravi descended into a restless sleep. Though some combination of shock and adrenaline had hazed everything over in the immediate aftermath of what they hybrid politely deemed an 'attack,' the following morning found Skadravi drowned in a great wash of uncomfortable things; sore, achy, unfocused, irritable, spiteful, hungry, nauseous, and suitably unamused and uncompromising overall. Hungry and nauseous. How. Why. In the back of his mind, he knew he didn't want to be a burden on Khalel, so he kept his complaints and arguments to himself, but there was no mistaking the definably sour set to his lips or the stiff posture he maintained, even sprawled across the Haven floor as he was. She was trying so hard... being so sweet and understanding and forgiving. Glaring at her for his own mistakes and agony felt wrong. So Dravi simply kept his eyes shut, wondering how long he'd slept, if at all. The Haven had no windows now any perceivable amount of outside light filtering from anywhere... It was going to be a very long couple of weeks...
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 7:08 am
Four days or so had passed from the time Khalel had found Skadravi in the streets.
The days were pretty much all the same. Khalel liked to keep to a strict routine when caring for her boyfriend: check the wounds, clean them, then disinfect with alcohol. Then came the salve that would help to heal things and keep the scarring down, followed by re-dressing the wounds once all of that was done. Before she did all this, she was also careful to give the injured man the liquid painkiller that she had bought. The dosage, which he may or may not have noticed, went down slightly from the first few times she administered the drug. It wasn't a lot, but eventually it would dwindle even more, to the point where he would no longer need it. She had asked the healer about painkillers quite meticulously, and he told her it was better to wean him off it a bit at a time. There was a less chance of addiction that way and all of that.
This was how the young woman found herself spending her time. When she wasn't caring for Skadravi's wounds, she would chat with him if he felt up to it, or prepare food for the two of them, should they be hungry. The previous night, she had also decided it might be beneficial for Dravi to spend some time with an animal, too, so she had brought down her perzi, Fajaan, to keep him company. The cat, who was usually quite playful and affectionate, seemed to be attuned to the fact that the hybrid man was injured. Instead of pouncing and trying to play, he would just curl up next to him and use the warmth of his body to try and help soothe his wounds.
That was how she found Fajaan when the collector came back from her trip to the markets above their refuge. A large basket was held in her hands -- provisions for the next few days, no doubt, and Khalel couldn't help but smile when she returned back to see her perzi curled up near Dravi. "I'm back," she told him quietly, wondering if there was any change or improvement that he could tell. "How are you feeling? Is Fajaan helping at all?"
Upon hearing his name, the amber-adorned cat lifted his head and meowed in response. Of course, he was helping. He was a good therapy perzi, thank you very much. He couldn't exactly do anymore damage now, could he?
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2015 9:41 am
Dravi had never been one to sit stationary for too long. Even now, laying amongst the colorful pillows and blankets of the Haven put on more stress than it took away, despite the quivering resistance his limbs imposed on him at even the slightest shift. Whether his body was physically ready to accommodate the movement or not, Skadravi just wanted to walk a little. He wasn't quite so foolish as to believe that he was ready to leave the Haven (even if it grew increasingly stuffy by the second and fresh air to the underground room was nigh nonexistent). He couldn't simply endure laying on his stomach anymore, waiting quietly and patiently for his wounds to heal to the point where they wouldn't crack and bleed every time he twitched an arm. It simply didn't suit him. When Khalel made her daily journey up above, Dravi steeled himself. It was necessary to wait for her to depart. She was concerned and wary enough without him trying to injure himself further under her watchful eye. But with her departure, he sidled himself into a sitting position, carefully tucking his legs beneath himself, slowly moving his arms to brace against the ground. It was undoubtedly uncomfortable. In the privacy of the room that was empty save for himself and Fajaan, Dravi whimpered as the bandages rubbed against still-open lashes. Sitting up seemed like enough of an accomplishment for one day. He sighed, holding himself aloft against one of the tables and leaning most of his weight against one of its wooden legs. While the perzi had paced anxiously during Dravi's escapades, once he'd settled, legs crossed, at the foot of the table, Fajaan joined him as usual, taking up a post curled against his hip and vibrating with the hum of his purrs. "Mmng, you..." Dravi grumbled as he laid the hand the wasn't resting on the tabletop against the perzi's head. "You can't be all that thrilled staying down here, either..." It was then that Dravi heard the sound of foortsteps Echoing down the corridor, and only a moment later, Khalel appeared in the entryway. Often Dravi wondered if she was taking it as badly as he was. The tone of her voice had shifted since she'd found him, once bold and brave, but soft and careful now. The hybrid boy hummed softly. "It's... well enough for now." He admitted. "Fajaan is a good companion to have." He scratched behind one of the perzi's large ears, amused by the soft silky texture of its skin. "So patient and understanding. Must take after my girl."
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2015 4:19 pm
"It's good to see you up and about."
He probably should still be resting. His wounds still hadn't healed fully, so as much rest and relaxation as he could get would be what was best for him. However, at the same time, Khalel knew how claustrophobic the Haven could get after a while. With no windows or fresh air, everything enclosed in on itself after a while, and she couldn't fault him for feeling that way. She probably would have felt the same, if it had been her. If anyone knew what it was like to be trapped in a cage, it was her.
The first thing she did upon returning, aside from speak to her boyfriend, was set down the basket of provisions she had been carrying. With their food now secure and out of the way, the young woman then took the time to move over to her companion's side. Her arms then raised up only to easily slip around his lithe frame to give him a gentle but affectionate hug. "It means you're getting better." She couldn't help but smile at this, and leaned in once more to place a delicate kiss upon Skadravi's cheek.
Fajaan let out a mrowl at their feet, and Khalel couldn't help but chuckle. Having given the hybrid her attention, she dipped down and scritched her beloved perzi. He wanted some love, too. He had been taking care of Dravi, after all, and he was a good cat! "Fajaan watched over you well," she noted as she gave the familiar one last rub behind the ears. She then stood up as she spoke, carefully eyeing the bandages on Skadravi's back. Did they still hurt, she wondered? They couldn't be as bad as before if he was up and about, so that was reassuring.
"If you're feeling up to it, we can leave the Haven and go for a walk when the sun sets. Less people then, so you won't have to be afraid of people jostling your wounds..."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2015 9:36 am
Dravi's lip quirked in amusement. 'Up and about' seemed a fairly gracious choice of words for the awkward scooting that had taken place to get him to this position. But if that was the type of progress Khalel was hoping to see, then it wasn't his place to comment negatively upon it. He opened his arms to her as she approached and took up a place at his side. While the hybrid girl still took substantial amounts of care when hugging and holding him, Dravi was less inclined to do so. he wound his arms around her, scooping her up and over and into his lap with as little strain as he could manage. The movement sent an uncomfortable prickle through his back that almost felt like it threatened to rip, but once settled, it ebbed away, and Skadravi was free to go about his business of placing warm, full kisses to Khalel's shoulder, neck, jaw, and finally lips. "He did," Dravi agreed as his woman moved to give her companionable animal a scratch. "But I can't help but prefer your company above all else." With a sigh, he settled his forehead against her shoulder, closing his eyes and allowing himself to forget for a moment why they were still here and what had happened in the past. Dravi scoffed softly at her words, tipping his head up and back to hit her with a critical eye. "Excited to be off, hm?" He asked in amusement. "I dunno how far I'll make it, but if my beloved nurse thinks I can handle it, surely I must be able to." He leaned back again, thumbing quietly at his nose. "Really I... wouldn't mind just sitting outside for a little while. We could have a picnic." He kissed her chin. "Look at the stars."
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 3:57 pm
Her boyfriend was perfect. Not only was he super considerate of her and her feelings, but he was also loving and affectionate. How did she get so lucky? Having been raised as she did, she grew up thinking that she would probably end up with the son of a stuffy noble, but Skadravi? The notion never crossed her mind as a child. He truly understood her - more than anyone else ever could, and for that she felt blessed. When he wrapped his arms around her, she felt safe, and she never wanted him to let her go.
"A picnic sounds wonderful." The last thing she wanted was to push her lover past his limits. He was still healing, after all, and such treatment could prove more detrimental than beneficial. She just wanted to take things slowly and at a pace that would be be the most productive for his recovery. If that meant a simple picnic outside under the stars, then she was perfectly happy with such an idea.
Such a romantic notion -- Khalel found herself sighing dreamily at the thought of it.
His affection was not unwanted, either. She returned his kisses with a trail of her own, starting from his lips and working down to the base of his neck before pausing. She smiled then and gave him a gentle nuzzle before giggling and looking up. "Shall we, then," she offered, extending an arm out for him to loop his around. Walking still might be difficult for Skadravi, so she was willing to help him every step of the way.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2015 9:02 am
Dravi hummed softly, sending Khalel a wayward half-smile as she rose in preparation to head up. Getting out of the Haven was likely to be a real chore. Climbing up to ground level didn't even sound remotely appealing on one hand, but on the other, he couldn't complain about it so long as his woman seemed so eager to go. And definitely not when he'd been the one to suggest it in the first place. Besides, he wanted out. Just... didn't really want to work for it. Alas, he hadn't time to dwell on it now. Swallowing back a groan, he rose stiffly to his feet, reaching for Khalel's offered arm as he moved and twining his fingers through hers. When they'd first met, he never would've imagined she had the physical capacity to actually support his weight, never mind actually move him as she had when she'd thankfully stumbled across him in the streets. "You truly are a godsend, y'know," he hummed as he rested a hearty portion of his weight against her. He pecked her on the cheek, grateful for her company, companionship, and support. And then they headed out. Dravi chose to block the awkward shuffling and stiff jerks forward that brought him out of the Haven from his mind. He had enough to worry about without stressing over how awkward and ridiculous he looked as he tried to move. Besides, being outside was a relief, even in the cramped city-center. The day was already beginning to cool as the last glimmers of sun disappeared over the horizon, and the steetful of people was beginning to thin. Skadravi linked his arm with Khalel's smiling warmly at her. "At your leave, my Lady."
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