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Author Topic: Face to Face  (Read 120 times)

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Offline Kale Heartly

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Face to Face
« on: Jun 05, 18, 11:07:51 AM »
The attack at the playhouse had been almost a month ago now. In that time, the only people who'd really seen Sora were her males, Riley, and Prince Mercer. Well, Lady Adam, too - for some routine checkups to make sure that her healing was going alright. But that was pretty much it - and for that Kale was guiltily grateful because he absolutely was not on that list.

That first day, when they'd brought her back to the Seat, Kale had been the one directing things, making sure she was handled right so as not to disrupt the webs. He was the one who filled in Lady Adam to the best of his ability. He had obsessively remained by her bedside, still covered in her blood, until they had gotten her completely settled. After he'd washed up, and forced Quinten to do the same, they'd both returned and remained by her side through the night. At the time he'd told himself he was there to keep an eye on Quinten, and that wasn't incorrect... but he'd also been there because he'd needed to see that she was breathing. He needed to see that she was going to be okay.

But he'd left a little bit before dawn and hadn't tried to return since. Instead he'd pointedly ignored the trauma of having a girl you vividly resented bleeding out under your near-helpless hands - and the guilt and shame that went with it - and diverted his energies to his Healer studies. Obsessively.

Today he was in the common room of the Ward's wing, and considering the fact that it was early enough on one of their free days, he was by himself - which was one of the reasons why he was usually in here at this time rather than later on in the day. He was dressed comfortably in a pair of colorful, loose flowy pants that hung around his legs much like a skirt when he wasn't seated cross-legged as he was, and a pale blue blouse with wide sleeves and a scooped neck. His eyepatch was a clean white, obscuring the dead eye and a portion of the scar marring the one side of his face. The necklace Quinten had given him during his own recovery at the end of last year was around his throat and hung almost all the way down to his belly button, the different colored stones reflecting light when he moved. He also wore several bangles around one wrist and was absently twisting a ring about his thumb as he studied the flashcards in his lap, flipping through them and reciting the names and uses of each herb or ingredient.

The cards were spelled with the correct answers, which would be recited back to him in his own voice (since he'd recorded the spell) when he ran his thumb over top left corner of each card - so he could check his answers. Radu had helped him put them together, reading off the names and uses from a book while Kale put the cards together. Most students would probable just write the answers on the back - but Kale was still at the 'I SEE A CAT' phase of the whole reading process. So almoreathia root was probably a bit beyond where he was in regards to literacy.

The young Warlord chewed his lip thoughtfully as he studied the card presently in his hands, tapping his nails on one knee. "Come on," he grumbled to himself. "I know you..."



Offline Sorinna Roman

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Re: Face to Face
« Reply #1 on: Jun 08, 18, 10:25:49 PM »
She had to get out of her room. Right now.

Nearly one month after she’d nearly died on the floor of Tantalus Playhouse, Sorinna Roman could barely stand to remain in her room for longer than a few minutes. Did the scent of her blood truly cling to the walls? Did Riley’s and Jeremiah’s grief really permeate every strand of fabric in her bed sheets? Did Savi’s guilt actually taint the room’s air with the suffocating scent of a Red Jeweled male’s sorrow?

Sora had no idea. What she did know was that she sensed all of those things, all of those pains in the room that used to be her refuge from the world. She wanted another room, another place to lay her head, but she couldn’t pass that suffering on to another person. So she stuck it out as best as she could. Meanwhile, she managed her physical pain. Her abdomen healed well, but she still couldn’t go as hard as she liked during drills with Savi. The Red Warlord took it easy on her despite her protests. Of course, that was only when he could stand to be in the same room with her for any reason other than training. Once their sessions were over, he always found a reason to leave or avoid deeper discussions Even when Sora invited him to dinner, to sit with her and her males, Savi seemed ill-at-ease, which made things awkward for everyone at the table.

Sora was reading a history book about Dhemlan that Jeremiah had picked up for her as an early gift for her Offering ceremony. She’d been reading that book when her stomach protested the fact that she’d been lying on her back since awakening this morning. She winced and Ben was by her side before she’d taken another breath, asking if she needed to see the healer. Sora declined, saying that she just wanted to take a walk and stretch her legs. Thankfully, Ben allowed her to change into a pair of loose fitting pants and a cotton shirt before shielding her with his Gray.

Ben was protective, and wonderful, that way.

They’d left her rooms and wandered down the halls with no destination in mind. Sora hadn’t played the piano since before the attack. Sitting up for long periods of time was hell on her back and stomach, so she’d avoided it. She had to get back into practice or she’d lose all the progress she’d made since Jeremiah came home. She’d made up her mind to head in that direction until she passed the common room of the Ward’s wing, noting a face she hadn’t seen. At first, she thought it was Lady Petrescu or Lady Licht, a pair of Priestesses that she’d not had a chance to speak to before now. Sora halted and then headed into the common room, intent on striking up a conversation.

The colorful skirt and bracelets caught Sora’s eye and she smiled, enjoying the chosen color palette. But as her gaze wandered upward, she recognized the eyepatch and who it belonged to.

Lord Heartly?” Sora asked, resisting the urge to follow up with ‘Is that you?’. She rested a hand against the door frame, for stability as much as attempting to appear as though she wasn’t in pain. Ben was her silent shadow and she allowed the aura of her Touch spread enough to envelop the Gray Warlord Prince in its embrace.

I’m glad I ran into you.” she said.

There’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you and I wanted you to hear it directly from me.

She took a deep breath and looked directly at Qiuinten’s brother.

Thank you for helping to save my life.





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Re: Face to Face
« Reply #2 on: Jun 10, 18, 09:08:41 PM »
His fingertips drummed on his knee as he studied the card. "Used primarily for fever reduction... but can also be used as a mild painkiller..." He knew it he knew it he knew it...

'Lord Heartly?'

"Hm?" He looked up and over, having to shift a bit in his seat and turn his head all the way to be able to see the doorway, it being on his blind side (something Savi or Radu would probably thwack him for if they caught him). By the time it fully registered who was talking to him (and the giant Gray Jeweled shadow looming nearby), it was already too late to fake an emergency bathroom break. She was fully in the room, between him and the exit, and she was talking to him. Not to the room - because there was no one else in there but himself - him.

'Thank you for helping to save my life.'

His cheeks instantly flushed a soft pink that was darkest at the crests but faded out all the way to his neck, the tips of his ears also darkening slightly. It was a blush pattern Sora would probably be familiar with - because Kale's older brother Quinten had the exact same expression on slightly different features.

"Oh." A couple beats of silence stretched awkwardly between them as he fumbled for what else to say. He couldn't really go with 'you're welcome' because he still felt ridiculously shitty about all of it. He could still taste the guilt in his mouth as he begged the cosmos not to let her die under his hands as he desperately pulled on everything he could just to keep her from bleeding out. "I.." He swallowed and looked away, then forced himself to face her again. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more. All I did was slow the bleeding." And he felt close to useless doing that much - but he wasn't going to tell her that.

"How are you doing? Recovering I mean..?" The words were out before he could stop them and he almost physically flinched, wishing he could swallow them back down. His awkwardness in front of this girl was painfully obvious. "Sorry." He cleared his throat and ran his fingers back through his hair, fussing with it - briefly exposing the length of his scar and the eyepatch before letting it fall to partially obscure it again. "You don't have to answer any of that. It's none of my business." Nothing about this girl was his business. He didn't WANT it to be his business.



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Re: Face to Face
« Reply #3 on: Jun 30, 18, 12:16:46 AM »

Sora hadn’t meant to put him on the spot, but it seemed that she had. She just felt that she couldn’t let the moment pass without taking the opportunity to thank Kale for his help. Without him, she would be dead right now. Quinten had worried over her while she slept, but it was due to Kale’s actions that she’d lived long enough for Jude to arrive and...and…

You slowed the bleeding and ensured that I lived long enough for Lady Grigorie to arrive. That is important. You have my eternal gratitude.” Sora said. She took a deep breath. Why did she feel so nervous around the young Warlord? He was Quinten’s brother, meaning that Sora wanted to take an interest in his life because his happiness (or lack thereof) affected her male.

Please, don't’ apologize. I answer the question at least five times a day before breakfast. Your brother has been wonderful about taking care of me. I’m still a little sore some days, but I’m healing well.” she said, looking for a place to sit. Ben would either join them or stand guard at the door. Sora was fine with either one, so long as it didn’t scare or upset Kale. He seemed nervous around her, though, and Sora wanted to work on that.

Have you been studying Healing for very long? From everything I heard, you didn’t hesitate. You kept your wits about you and you helped me during a hectic moment. Everyone performed admirably that night, save for me.” she said.

You’re going to be great Healer someday, Lord Heartly. Dena Nehele needs men and women like you to remind us that we must take care of ourselves. I was lucky that night. There are thousands of people who get stabbed and aren’t fortunate enough to be a Queen or connected to one.” Sora said.





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Re: Face to Face
« Reply #4 on: Jun 30, 18, 05:29:35 PM »
In she came, stepping into the room and finding herself a seat as she assured him both that he didn’t owe her an apology and that she was doing well. Healing as best as she could and all that. Well, at least there was that.. though he still felt awfully like he owed her an apology - though if not for prying then probably for something else he didn’t really want to examine right now… or ever. It was just best for everyone involved if she just.. did her thing and he would do his.

Unfortunately, it didn’t look like today at least they were going to be abiding by that unspoken rule of ‘lets keep as far as possible and never talk to each other’ they’d managed to abide since she’d come back to the Seat over Winsol. At least Prince Endland seemed to be able to read his apprehension and decided to remain outside to guard the door rather than crowd the sitting room with his power and bulk. Not that he had a specific problem with the Warlord Prince - he was good to Quinten and that was really the important part - but he also didn’t know him well and he was so obviously Team Sora that he just felt outnumbered with him there. Also. Gray Warlord Prince. He’d be dumb not to be at least a little bit wary.

…everyone performed admirably that night, save for me…

“Oh I dunno, not dying was pretty admirable,” he said before he could stop himself. There was a beat, and he fussed with the soft, flowy fabric of his pants, which draped about his legs more like a skirt than real trousers. “I mean. It’s not just the Healer that pulls someone back from where you were.” You know, almost dead. “You didn’t die, even though it would have probably been physically easier. You probably don’t even remember it - but… you fought to stay alive. So. Yeah.”

Could he sound more awkward? She might not even get what he was saying. Or maybe he was totally off base, considering he was just speaking from his own experience (with the almost dying thing) and a few conversations he’d had with Lady Adam.

“Anyway,” he said with an awkward clear of his throat. “Uh, I’ve been studying Healing since the turn of the new year. Unofficially for a while, since I wasn’t strong enough to really start anything until right before the start of spring. But it’s been a few months now. I think it’s going well. Or.. I like to think it is. It feels right.”

Good job Kale, now she probably thinks you don’t know how to talk to people. She probably would never believe that you were the social Heartly. You know, back in the life where you weren’t questioning who you were and what you were doing every five seconds.



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Re: Face to Face
« Reply #5 on: Jul 11, 18, 06:43:58 PM »
It may be as you say, Lord Heartly. At the end of the day, though, I had more to live for than not.” Sora said, looking down at the floor for a moment. She let her affection for Ben flow through their bond, mostly because she needed the comfort of his presence. She needed Quinten as well, but he was busy elsewhere. She would find him later and hug him, just because Kale reminded her of him.

Kale seemed nervous, but it  didn’t occur to Sora that she might be the reason. She liked Kale, and not just because Quinten was hers. She noted the soft, flowy fabric of his pants and she liked that as well. It looked almost like a skirt, but she didn’t want to insult him by saying that aloud. Males were particular about their choices in, well...pretty much everything.

He was studying Healing and Sora smiled in approval. He’d help so many people and he would be able to write his own ticket in life. He could open a clinic like Lady Moon to help those who could not afford it or sell his services to the highest bidder. Sora didn’t know Kale well enough to predict which he might do. Given his upbringing and his love for his brother, both could easily appeal to the Warlord.

I hope for your success, Lord Heartly. You’ve already helped to save one life. I believe you’ll save many more lives in the future.” Sora said.

Her eyes trailed back to his clothes and Sora noted how much healthier he looked since they met. His eye was now damaged, but Kale looked better than he had since the party last summer. He and Quinten were finally fitting in. Being part of the court had done them wonders.

Those pants are wonderful. The fabric looks familiar but I can’t place it.” Sora said.