Sienna London
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Whatever happened to good, old fashioned brutality?[on:Light in the window...][of:Lights out.]
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Post by Sienna London on Apr 5, 2007 13:19:52 GMT -5
It was feeling like a night of surprises. Sienna never expected herself to openly talk about Wilson, and she wasn't expecting Aros to reveal such a trauma to her. There had to be an unforseen sickness at hand, one that could make these two colleagues reveal the old rusted blades in their back to each other.
Sienna remained quiet after he finished speaking. Instead, she tried to focus on the potion, and wishing Marcus could come to the door again. Clasping her dragonhide bag shut, she stood up and took the potion to Aros. "Sit up," she said firmly, helping him raised himself against the headboard. She put the potion to his lips. "Disregard the taste." Again, her words were cool and calculating and experienced. Still, her eyes went upon Aros quite heavily, as if anchored to his motions, his skin, his everything.
Her words wanted to be specific to their stories and not to the terse medical phrases she had rehearsed years ago. It was a tug of war, but a medium that was oddly a strained calm.
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Aros Orphe
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Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Apr 10, 2007 11:38:12 GMT -5
Weakness. Showing emotion of any sort was a weakness. It was one of the first lessons that his father taught him. He taught him over and over again that particular lesson till he was battered and bruised and left seemingly without any emotion anymore.
He continued to be silent as he watched her toy with the potion, a disgusting vivid green in color. He slowly began to move as she motioned for him to sit up, putting his weight against the pillow, coughing slightly. He eyed the potion in her hand with apprehension as she moved closer to him,
"A-Actually," Aros began, hoping to get out of drinking the potion, "I-I feel much bet-" his sentence was cut short when she placed the cold vial that held the potion against his lips. The initial shock of the cold vial against his warm lips caused him to tilt his head back in response, only causing the potion to go down his throat. There was only one word to describe the taste:
Horrible.
He winced as he coughed violently, his body's way of trying to get rid of the remains of the potion from his mouth. He looked up, an angry retort at the edge of his lips, only to find Sienna looking at him with an odd look upon her face; This silenced him.
He brought up his hand to her somewhat cold right cheek. He held her the porcelain skin of her cheek as if he was afraid he was going to break her. He gave her a ferocious grin before he clamped his thumb and pointer finger down hard, giving her cheek a pinch,
"Don't look at me like that...It bugs me out." he said, the grin still placed on his face.
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Sienna London
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Whatever happened to good, old fashioned brutality?[on:Light in the window...][of:Lights out.]
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Post by Sienna London on Apr 10, 2007 11:56:38 GMT -5
Sienna felt herself tense up as he touched her, and it was a warm relief from the coldness she had been feeling. But despite the reflex response, she continued to look at him... until he pinched her cheek.
Her face went to an incredulous blankness. Why else would he do that if she was acting odd? Now she felt an undeniable shade of red come over both of her cheeks, especially on the one that had a pretty sturdy yank from Aros. Either way, however, she couldn't believe she even kept her eyes on him for that long. Ugly mug, she thought indignantly.
She pulled his hand from her cheek. "Look at you like what? Like a person who's trying to take care of you?" She returned to her brisk manners with a curt laugh. "Merlin forbid that-- it's not as if you can take any decent care over yourself."
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Aros Orphe
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Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Apr 11, 2007 6:32:23 GMT -5
Aros laughed as he watched the sudden onslaught of facial expressions assault Sierra's face. She went from blankness to embarassment in a matter of miliseconds. He had to admit though...she did look somewhat pretty amongst all the harsh words and facades.
Somewhat...
He simply shrugged at her comment at not taking care of himself. It was somewhat true since he was laying on a bed with a fever, though being lowered gradually now from her potions, "You just caught me at a inoppurtune time, woman." he replied, a smirk upon his face, "I don't need a witch like you on my case as well..."
There was a grin on his face to indicate he was just joking.
Somewhat.
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Sienna London
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Whatever happened to good, old fashioned brutality?[on:Light in the window...][of:Lights out.]
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Post by Sienna London on Apr 11, 2007 13:19:22 GMT -5
"You might as well have me on your case," Sienna said as she busily put her collection of potions back in the bag. She wiped her hands on her pants before she laid a hand on his forehead. Much better, she seemed to mouthe, but continued to say, "I used to be a Healer. So I'm sure you're in good hands now."
Just then, Marcus came in, but said nothing as he set down a pitcher of water and a glass, as well as a towel in a basin of water. "Thanks again, Marc," she called out to him. She poured a glass of the room temperature water, and set the pitcher down. Right before she put it in Aro's hands, she took it back to take a gulp or two for herself. She sighed at its refreshment, but still decided not to give it to him.
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Aros Orphe
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Post by Aros Orphe on Apr 14, 2007 6:56:43 GMT -5
He hadn't really expected her to be a healer. She didn't look like one of that status, but more of a politician or that of a Ministry dog. Of course, he wasn't about to tell her that. Who knows what she would put in the potion next if he pissed her off more than nomal.
He watched with uninterested eyes as the man named Marc entered the room, pitcher and glass in his hands. He patiently waited for Sienna to finish sampling the water before offering it to him...or so he thought. Each time he tried to reach for the water, she put it just a tiny bit out of his reach. He tried it once more and she still pulled the same trick. He sighed, patience wearing thin, partly from the fever he still had,
"Don't be a little child and hand me the damn glass." he said, eyes boring into hers as he continued to reach for the glass.
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Sienna London
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Whatever happened to good, old fashioned brutality?[on:Light in the window...][of:Lights out.]
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Post by Sienna London on Apr 14, 2007 18:00:09 GMT -5
"Testy, testy..." Sienna muttered casually as she handed him the water. "But looking better." She stood up from his bed and stretched. Merlin only knew what kinds of kinks you got from dragging half-dead people and caring for them as well. But they were familiar, as it was usual to be standing and generally forming into an awkward position for the care of others.
As soon as her cat-like stretch satisfied her, she walked to the other side of the room and opened a closet for the familiar assortment of blankets and pillows. "You have to try to rest and sleep," she remarked, throwing the pillow on a large rocking chair and sitting right on it. "I, of course, will be here-- considering that Marcus doesn't have any other rooms," she mumbled.
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Aros Orphe
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Heaven cries as her least favorite son returns.
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Post by Aros Orphe on Apr 18, 2007 7:18:37 GMT -5
Aros actually felt much better after he had drank the potion and from the care that Sienna gave him. His cheeks were slowly becoming their usual color and he actually maintained a sense of coherency that was general for Aros at least. Of course, he wasn't about to tell Sienna that.
Today was one of those days that surprised Aros. He really wasn't aware that his fever was going to get that serious where his life was threatened. He usually was good at those sort of things like taking care of himself. Maybe he was just getting old...
Sienna also surprised him as well. His eyes drifted to the lady that he was thinking about, who was getting comfortable in the rocking chair. He wasn't aware that she had talents in the field of healing. Of course, he really did not know much about her like her relationship with the man named Wilson. It was quite shocking how alike they really were.
He slowly slinked down and layed properly on the bed. He turned around, his back now facing Sienna, and covered himself in the comforter, the tiredness flowing in his limbs,
"Hey Sienna..." he said, before he let the sleep claim him,
"...Thanks..."
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