Canon AU Event Log

[lucetimods]

Who: You! And you! And you! But uh, not you.
What: Event shenanigans.
When: Today until the end of the event (April 8th)
Where: Anywhere and everywhere
Summary: It's all right in here
Rating: I want to see a nice clean game. Keep your naughty stuff in the penalty box!

Same deal as always. React to the event! Do things! Have fun! Be excellent to each other.

And remember to correctly tag your characters to the post.

Comments

[quicktoanger]

"I've lost more than that, I assure you. Only thing for blood loss is time."

[... Or, well. It is if you're a soldier in the Napoleonic wars.]

[fleurdesel]

More than you should, and don't argue with me Harry. I'll 'bewitch' you into agreeing with me if I have to.

[quicktoanger]

"At your command, then, miss."

[Hey, right now he couldn't go three rounds against a toy poodle.]

[fleurdesel]

Give me a moment, and I'll see you there.

[Almost done. The last of the rent muscle slides together, the skin sealing over under her hands. One last throb of her awareness into the wound, making certain everything is connected and healed as it ought to be.

There wasn't even a scar, no sign of any former damage. She sags a little where she sits, and stands. Once on her feet she sways, rests a hand against her forehead, and forces herself to focus.]

[quicktoanger]

[And immediately, Harry moves to support her, hands at her shoulders.]

"Begging your pardon, miss, but it won't do for you to be fainting while I'm too weak to carry you."

[fleurdesel]

I'm not going to faint Lovely. I'm just tired. It wears on me to do that, you know. [She reaches up to pat his hands and offers as cheeky a smile as she could.]

Were you in better health I'd stumble about more so I might lean against you. But I can walk well enough on my own.

[quicktoanger]

[His look darkens a bit.]

"... Have you been able to sleep much, miss?"

[fleurdesel]

Bits, here and there. It's easier in the daytime when people can mind their own thoughts. At night when everyone sleeps? Their minds and hearts are open, and every ache bleeds through.

[She squeezes his hands and nods in the direction of the clinic.]

[quicktoanger]

"But not a full night's sleep?"

[He begins walking, still keeping an eye on her to make sure she's not gonna fall over.]

[fleurdesel]

No. My mind is restless. I am. Anxious. About many things, but one in particular.

[She rubs the bridge of her nose and continues walking to the clinic.]

...I'm going to ask him tomorrow.

[quicktoanger]

"Well, just as well you'll be dead exhausted, then. I doubt even your monk could resist you when you're attempting to fall asleep on him."

[... What, he's not allowed to tease?]

[fleurdesel]

I'll have you know I've seduced three of my ex-husbands while half asleep. I'm quite alluring while glazed eyed and bewildered.

[She manages a soft chuckle.]

I intend to rest for the remainder of the day, and to sleep well tonight.

[quicktoanger]

"How do you mean to accomplish that, if your mind will be racing with the thoughts of everybody in the village?"

[fleurdesel]

Why I'm going to find a man that's of a mind, take him to a private room and thoroughly besmirch his honor until neither of us can remain awake.

[She snorts and shakes her head, giving Harry ample time to digest that little gem. Once his brain is no longer broken, she speaks again.]

Sedatives from the clinic. I don't care to use them, but I cannot remain so exhausted. Not if I'm to host the party tomorrow night.

1/2

[quicktoanger]

[... Wh- was she joking?

... was she serious?

Mother of God, she was serious, wasn't she?]

2/2

[quicktoanger]

[Oh. Oh, of course she was joking.

Heh... heh... ]

"You mean to drug yourself."

[... That wouldn't do.]

"... What of our arrangement the other afternoon, miss? Did that... help at all?"

[fleurdesel]

[Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh, you'll ruin the joke if you laugh. She manages to keep a straight face for the time it takes Harry to catch up with there est of the conversation.]

It did, Lovely, but I can't ask you to do that a second time. It'd be improper and while I will gladly trouble myself on your behalf, I can't ask you to do the same.

[quicktoanger]

"You don't have to ask me. Consider it a repayment of a debt owed."

[... And it had been sort of pleasant, anyway.]

[fleurdesel]

Far too kind and far too sweet Lovely. Were it not for your objections I would truly wish to keep you.

[Very pleasant. And restful. More than just holding a hand ought to be, really.]

[quicktoanger]

"Might not object as much if you keep it up."

[He smiles, still facing forward.]

[fleurdesel]

Tempting, tempting. I might have to, if only to have fewer objections.

[A soft bubble of laughter, and they're at the village clinic. Without a proper blood bank there's not much that can be done. Well. There is, but he might not care for it. She walks him in, checks in at the desk, and leads him to one of the examination rooms in the back. It's cool, quiet, and the cot on the far wall's been freshly made.]

Have a seat Lovely, and we'll see what can be done for your blood.

[quicktoanger]

[He's never seen a doctor's office this clean in his life. This, he supposes, is how the high-class physicians visited by lords and ladies keep their places of business.

He sits.]

[fleurdesel]

[Magic, and her own talents, could mend what was torn, but couldn't replace that which was lost. She walks back over with a small glass slide and a needle, pricking first his thumb and laying a drop on the slide, then one of her own. She mixes the drops and waits, feeling out the changes in one or the other while she considers her options.

There didn't seem to be any negative reaction. Without bacta she would have to do this in a more primitive fashion- though for Harry? She did not mind it.]

Roll back one of your sleeves Lovely.

[quicktoanger]

[He pushes up the sleeve of his shirt, bunching it up at the shoulder.]

"... What's this for?"

[... Wait. She wasn't going to amputate his whole bloody arm just for a bullet to the hand, was she?]

[fleurdesel]

You need blood. I've enough to spare, and sharing it won't make you sick.

[It takes a moment for her to find the appropriate tubing and needles. A moment more for her to swab both of their arms. She finds her vein first and slides the needle into her creamy skin; the line filling with a thick well of blood. She lets it flow until the opposite needle drips, then repeats the process on Harry's arm.]

You're going to have to lie down Lovely. It'll be easier this way.