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Author Topic: To observe the scowls on skeletons  (Read 295 times)

Description: Nasir

Offline Dare Comstock

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To observe the scowls on skeletons
« on: Jan 26, 19, 04:14:55 AM »
The attack was coming. Dare could feel it in the way the breath rasped in the base of her throat and in the low, whistling wheeze of her exhales. Her chest ached and pulled. Just one more day, she told herself, just one more day, just one more day, please Night Mother just let me make it one more day, then I promise I'll rest and let Vinia do whatever she needs to do. I just need one more day. But one more day became two, and two days became a week, and the pain in her chest only got worse. She bulled through it, drank more numbing tonic than she ought to have done, and kept saying to herself: one more day. One more day. Please. I just need this to stay away a little longer.

But if her illness could be reasoned with, her life would be different. She had to admit defeat. First, though, she had to clear the field. Get everyone away who didn't already know about her illness. She sent her Steward to collate tithes. Her Master of the Guard to the borders to make sure they were strong, to check in on a few villages with a banditry problem. Her Court Seer and Court Priestess went with the Master and the Steward, respectively. And finally, though it hurt, she sent Nasir to represent her at the opening of a new clinic. They would all be gone for at least three days, she thought, by which time the worst would have passed and Vinia would be talking to her again.

The first day was agony, as she knew it would be. Even hiding in her cloistered rooms after Vinia and the housekeeper, Beth, a woman who had known Dare since her youth, had scrubbed it spotless was horrible. Each gasping breath as she huddled on her bed beneath the disinfected sheets sent white-hot clawing pain from her ribs to her throat. She couldn't move for how dizzy it made her. Vinia stayed right beside her, sleepless, managing each symptom when it became too horrible, making sure that blood and oxygen got where it needed to go. It seemed to take ages, and yet no time at all. All she could do was focus on her breathing, or how difficult it was to breathe.

The second day, Nasir came back. He came back, demanding to see her. "No," she croaked when the housekeeper told her. "No, he can't be here, he'll--he'll--" and she'd broken into a coughing fit, brightly discolored mucus covering her handkerchief. Her chest heaved and she tried to call Vinia, tried to pull herself together enough. "Delay him, please, please keep him downstairs if you can, I can't, I need time--"

And bless her, Beth tried. It was enough. The evidence of her illness was concealed, though Dare didn't move out of bed, and her breathing stayed quick and shallow as Nasir barged in. She took a moment to look at him before the fullness of his psychic scent slammed into her.

Rut. Nasir was in Rut, or soon to be in Rut, and fixating on her, if his expression as he seethed at Beth as he passed her was any evidence. Dare took a wheezing breath. She couldn't do anything for him. Her thoughts spun off like startled birds and her hands tightened into fists in her lap. She wanted to help him. She couldn't. "Nasir," she whispered. She couldn't manage anything more. "I can't help you. I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it, I..."

She inched towards the edge of the bed, seeking to put it between them.

Offline Nasir Vasile

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Re: To observe the scowls on skeletons
« Reply #1 on: Jan 26, 19, 05:46:26 AM »
Nasir knew something was wrong with his Queen. He knew but he was not supposed to know because she had not come clean with him about it but he still knew. It ate at him, more than he cared to admit, especially when she grew more and more tired. When her body simply could not go on any further and yet she kept pushing herself.

He wanted to yell at her, to bundle her up and lock her away until Lavinia said that she was well once more. Except that never seemed to work and Dare was too strong-willed, too stubborn, to ever admit that she had reached her limits. It was a wonder that she even seemed to realize her limit had been reached. The pattern was not terribly familiar but she was sending off everyone to handle things.

For a moment Nasir thought that he might not be sent off, that he would finally learn the truth, but no even he was. It agitated him more than it normally would have. He was not given to bouts of severe anger and frustration. Not the sort that left him gnashing his teeth, grinding them instead of growling as he truly wanted to do.

Mostly because he could not afford to spook anyone, not when he was representing Dare at the opening of a new clinic. As her representative, he had to maintain certain airs. Even if he felt as if his charm fell a little flat, his mind always trailing back to his Queen and her health. That Dare did not leave his thoughts at all, that her fading scent actually hurt, that-

Nasir swore to himself as the realization settled. It had been too long since he had last fixated, so many of his Ruts without one. Yet Dare was his Queen, whom he adored, so it only made sense. Which meant, of course, that Nasir needed to sequester himself. He stayed long enough at the opening of the clinic that it was not rude, that it was made clear that Court of Northwood was very much involved and cared about its people before he excused himself and returned back to Orchardleigh.

From there he would tell Dare that he would be leaving for a few days longer.

At least he had planned on that. What happened was different. His attention to scent was sharper, as it always was when Rut was close, but more than that: the pain of his Queen could not be ignored. It thrummed along the Bond, sickness, and pain and- Nasir barely even listened as the housekeeper made excuses, tried to keep him away, but it was all to no avail.

Nasir could not be pushed away.

Another time, he would be ashamed at himself to glare as he did at Beth (she was always nice to him, warm and friendly) but today she was only between his Queen and him. His anger when it surfaced had been the sort of thing they told stories about back home because he was always so mild. Nasir was nothing of the sort as he was now, though he still laid claim to his ability to read others.

The worry from the housekeeper he barely paid attention, as he found it offensive, but from Dare-

Her feelings were always so strong, coming through Bond and craft, and this was no different. "I don't want help," snapped out Nasir, closing the distance to the bed and resting his fingers on the footboard. They curled there, tightening until his knuckles started to turn white. "Where is Lavinia? Why is she not with you? You're hurting and I can tell."

So close to Rut, the edge just there, Nasir could not keep up the pretense of being dumb. There was no blind-eye turned here, only an agitated Warlord Prince near Rut who was so very concerned about the state of his Queen, the witch he was most certainly fixated upon.

It was a dangerous line to ride.

Offline Dare Comstock

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Re: To observe the scowls on skeletons
« Reply #2 on: Oct 01, 19, 01:44:24 AM »
Nasir was always so mild that it was easy to forget what he was. Well, not easy, but he wasn't the sort of intense Warlord Prince that Dare read about in stories or heard about in songs. He was bossy, yes, but his passions seemed so diffuse as to be... the very opposite of a burden. It was almost pleasurable to let him care for her, because he could be reasoned with in many cases. Not right now. Right now, he burned bright, his agitation and anger a clear flame that caught her attention and held it.

"Nasir," she said, and then she had to pause to catch a whooping, gasping breath. "Nasir, I can..." A drop of sweat rolled from her hairline, down over her collarbone, to drip to the surface of the linen duvet. He was always after her to trade it out for something warmer. Always demanding she take better care of herself. Her ribs were a vise that wouldn't, or maybe couldn't, expand enough for her to catch her breath. "Can't," she choked, but that was all she could work out through a throat that no longer wished to cooperate.

Dare thrust a hand out towards her bedside table, and a clear blue vial snapped into her hand. Let Vinia lecture her later, she needed it, she couldn't do this now, not with Nasir so near and so close to the killing edge. She would have coughed it up but for her own hand clamped over her mouth, keeping the potion down.

The attack subsided, some little bit.

"There's nothing Lavinia can do," she wheezed, dropping her hand and the empty vial to the duvet. Exhausted and sweaty, she stared up at Nasir. "There's nothing any of us can do. I just have to wait it out, Nasir, and I can't... I don't know that I can be what you need from me right now."

Offline Nasir Vasile

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Re: To observe the scowls on skeletons
« Reply #3 on: Oct 14, 19, 10:12:48 PM »
Nasir did not move, barely even blinked as he watched Dare. Each breath pained her, very nearly pained him, and he kept his place at the foot of her bed. The wood whined under his grip, nails biting into it as he held tighter to it. His gaze followed her actions, the movement of her grabbing the vial and drinking down the contents.

The smell of it--what was it? It was only the remnants of his near fleeting control that kept him where he stood, watching as she downed the contents. The way that her hand covered her mouth, forcing herself to swallow, made him want to growl. Whatever it was, it helped but barely so.

With his focus pinpointed upon her, there was little that could be hidden. This, he realized, was what she had been hiding from him since he had relearned the world with her in it. Dare looked so tired, so ... Not defeated but something close to that. Lost to whatever this sickness was. One that she had been dealing with for a long time, resigned as she sounded.

His own emotions were tumultuous, made worse because of the closeness of his Rut. Dare's words made his chest ache, brought him back some from what built within him. So he moved, slowly and with purpose, until he could kneel at her bedside.

Nasir bowed his head, breathed in gradually as if his were the lungs that could not take in air, and continued to try and pull himself together. To take himself back from the edge he threatened to fall over.

"No more lying," said Nasir in a hushed, tight voice. "Not to me. Not about this. I--" His voice broke then, caught as it was. When he spoke again, it sounded pained--the Warlord Prince wresting control where it was already slipping away.

"You are mine," he said, "to serve and to care for. That, above all else, is all that matters." Did Dare understand that? That even were he lost to his Rut those were the things that made up the core of him? That now he was at war with himself because as much as he might want Dare, her wellbeing meant more to all that he was. "So I am yours in all ways, your commands my guide, but please--" Nasir made a noise but he could not even place what it was. "--please keep me at your side, not in the dark."

Slowly his hand moved across the duvet, though his head remained bowed until the empty vial was brushed away and his fingers brushed hers. When he took her hand, it was surprisingly gentle for all the ferocity he showed.

 

 

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