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.

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[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.

[quicktoanger]

"... That doesn't seem like a good-"

[But it's too late, the needle's already inserted. And besides, she was the one who would know. Harry didn't know medicine from bloody gunsmithing.]

"... You sure this isn't some sort of voodoo blood ritual, then?"

[fleurdesel]

...yes. It's a blood ritual. You are mow my thrall with no mind or desires save those that I give you.

[Another soft snort and flat look, though she does wave her hand with the tiniest of suggestions. Easy enough for Harry, tired as he is, to ignore.]

You want to kiss me.

[quicktoanger]

[He chuckles, sensing the half-hearted attempt to force his mind. He barely needs to resist it.]

"... You don't know, I might have wanted to anyway."

[fleurdesel]

Then what's stopping you lovely?

[She smirks and waits for his answer, half a mind on how long she's been sharing blood with him.]

[quicktoanger]

"Propriety. Also, if I move my head too fast the world starts to spinning."

[fleurdesel]

Propriety's just what you make of it. We're alone. No one would have to know. [And she's only half teasing. And she's perching on the edge of the bed, and she really shouldn't. Oh dear.]

You'll just have to make it a slow kiss then.

[quicktoanger]

"You're a terrible influence, miss."

[And yet so worryingly persuasive.]

[fleurdesel]

Mmmm, so I've been told.

[quicktoanger]

[... My, she had gotten close, hadn't she?]

"... By who, miss?"

[fleurdesel]

Several of my ex-husbands. Many associates. It's the second most often uttered phrase I hear.

[Close, yes, but no closer. It's up to Harry now.]

[quicktoanger]

"Dare I ask the first?"

[... He wasn't sure which was more worrying, the proximity, or the distance.]

[fleurdesel]

'Blast it woman'.

[quicktoanger]

"... What sort of a brute would speak that way to you?"

[fleurdesel]

[She huffs a soft laugh.]

Why, the monk, of course. Will it make it better if you knew it was most often spoken in a fond exasperation?

[quicktoanger]

"... An endearment?"

[... This monk was getting harder to figure out.]

"... A bit. If it means anything, I don't find you exasperating. A bit overwhelming in your flattery, perhaps."

[fleurdesel]

I tend to call him a bastard in return. So it's not too out of line.

Mm. Would you rather I stopped? I will, if you wish it.

[quicktoanger]

"... I don't know that I would."

[It's actually sort of nice, hearing oneself so highly estimated so often.]

[fleurdesel]

Then, Lovely, I will continue to flatter you as I see fit.

[She reaches up and traces a fingertip down the curve of his jaw.]

[quicktoanger]

[Now, see, that isn't fair.]

"... A very bad influence."

[He's blushing a bit now.]

[fleurdesel]

I know you don't mind it.

[And she's just going to cradle his jaw in her slim, small hand, thumb brushing over that blush.]

[quicktoanger]

[... Yeah, there's nothing for it. He's tried waiting for the moment to pass, or hoping the temptation fades, and it's not.

And so he moves a hand up to her cheek and kisses her. Hesitantly. Nervously.

... Let's face it, it's not likely that he's done a whole lot of this, is it?]