The Sinking of the Defiled Grail
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Post by Markus Woodrow on Dec 11, 2016 20:58:22 GMT -7
| | She looked like she had been fighting with a bear - but there was only her and the blanket. He moved to hand her the bracelet, and her face scrunched up in a way he would have found endearing if it weren't directed at him, and if she didn't look like she were a few stages away for the brink of death.
"A bracelet," He told her, and grasped her hand. She pulled back, but his grip was firm, "It's magic. Have a little more faith, Kitai." He hadn't referred to her by her last name since before he'd decided she was more than a tool, but right now he was too frustrated for the soft sounds that her first name held. "I thought you could sense that kind of thing." | | |
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Post by Tehodis Kitai on Dec 11, 2016 21:36:36 GMT -7
She struggled still, until he said her last name, which strangely stilled her. It brought her back to the time before he had changed. Before his ideas of her had changed. She stilled, and she nodded. Now that it was closer, she could feel the magic from it coming into her. She permitted him to put it around her wrist and felt her everything come back to her. Breathing felt easier, her head no longer throbbed, her eyes didn't see a land of spots. Everything was coming into focus. She was... Impressed, to say the least. The smile on his face seemed geinuinely thankful, too. If he were like this more often, she was certain they could be friends.
"Th-thank you. Markus, I--" All of a sudden she felt a pain in her wrist that shot through her and punched her in the gut. She doubled over and grasped at herself. Markus was quick to catch her from falling -- but couldn't stop what had already begun. Thick black lines spread from where the bracelet touched her wrist and up her arm. They moved quickly, jumping up her arm and into the rest of her.
"Gehhhtt," She pushed the sound out with a harsh hiss, "Artemisss... Holding..." Before she could get out the rest, she was unconscious.
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The Sinking of the Defiled Grail
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Post by Markus Woodrow on Dec 13, 2016 8:23:09 GMT -7
| | Woodrow caught Tehodis as she fell, but he didn't know what to do -- or even how to react to what was happening. He thought he'd been doing something right, in fact, the way she thanked him made him feel as though perhaps she'd offer him some kind of lovely reward. A long embrace, perhaps. He supposed he got what he wanted in a horrifically twisted sense as he picked her up and rushed to the door. Her body felt nearly lifeless in his arms - but he supposed Kina didn't have much of a pulse.
It was easy to hold her and open the door due to the feather-lightness of her frame, and the moment the door opened he called for a doctor. His servants scrambled, some to get a doctor, some to see what was happening. Tehodis' wrist was completely black around her wrist, and the black lines were spreading like veins into her hand and up to her elbow. "Doctor, now!" He seethed at the onlookers, and they all went running off in different directions.
Woodrow was careful but quick with the stairs, and ran to the front door of his home. He didn't go out however, instead going into the parlour just to the left of it. He laid her on the couch there, gently - his hand running down her cheek with concern as he waited for word on a doctor. He thought about what she had said before her consciousness had departed her. Get Artemis. Holding? What was he holding? Realizing his idiocy, he pulled his dagger and cut the tassel from the curtains in the room, using it to tie off Tehodis' arm where the blackness had yet to seep. Perhaps it would prevent it from moving - he didn't really understand how a Kina's body worked.
After his makeshift tourniquet, he refused to move from his seat next to her, refused to remove his hand from her face and the other from her unaffected hand - even when the doctor came he held tight. His heart was racing and he realized more and more with each passing second that he had more than just an attraction to Tehodis, he wanted to have her in more than just his bed, wanted more than an affair to extend months. He wanted her completely. He felt sick with the idea that he wouldn't have a chance at such a thing.
The doctor worked around Markus, for hours it seemed - but likely just one. Eventually he sighed and shook his head. He told Markus that he could not stop the seeping by any method except one. "Then do it," Markus growled, impatient for Tehodis to be fixed. The doctor looked down then, and muttered the solution. Woodrow demanded he speak louder - yelled it - and the doctor told him that the infected arm would need to go.
Woodrow finally dropped Tehodis' hand, removed his from her face, he stood up from where he sat next to her -- and tossed the parlor table. Then threw one of the artisan vases - worth thousands - against the wall in his rage. He flew from the room, the door slamming behind him.
He needed Artemis. He needed to find Artemis.
To Be Continued
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