Post by Élise on Jan 22, 2015 13:14:40 GMT -5
Cassius eyes were focused on something unseen in his hands. He didn’t notice Guinevere’s tearstain or the look on her face as she looked at him. His eyes were dull and kept to his own. He fumbled his thumbs while he waited for her to sit, blinking at the question, “Do you want me on the bed?” Cassius only nodded. She’d need to sit there for to receive treatment and his confidence was -1000 at this point, so there really wasn’t a chance for him to interpret that as an invitation.
“Thank you,” He said while taking the rags, his voice still cracking a bit from before. Cassius began dabbing the tip of the icy rag along her bruised shoulder. He used the tip, which was wet enough to clean any debris of stick or blood beginning to crust.
“I’ve always been the one taking care of Élise’s wounds from her training or Ventus’ sores from his pranks… That’s the only reason I know about any of this,” He tried to fill his mind with nostalgia – to share some of his past and forget about what all had just conspired in the present. He hoped it would lighten the mood and at least cloud the awkward air between the two, “When we were kids, Ventus was always getting into fights. He was kind of a clumsy kid too, so that didn’t help. He’d often come home covered in bruises that needed to be iced or covered in herbal brews to keep from having his skin puff up. It wasn’t pretty, but I was able to learn a lot from treating his wounds. Of course, now he’s got such tough skin…” Cassius shook his head and cracked a small smile, “Élise started training in the Sovereign youth guard at a really young age, so she had a lot of injuries that looked like this,” He said just as he finished dabbing the wet area of her shoulder with one of the torn shirt rags, drying it off. “The only thing to do for such a deep bruise is to keep the open skin clean from infection. I don’t want to wrap it and apply pressure, that would just hurt more…” He noted with the nod of his head.
This is all I can do. Patch up the wounds after everyone has worked so hard…
Cassius’ attention became keen when Guinevere spoke as though she would keep his secret. That little spark of hope warmed the shards of his heart a bit. He lifted his head to look at her with confusion. He wanted to ask why she was protecting him when she seemed to hate magic so much, but was afraid to push his luck.
“W..Well,” He stumbled to catch his words. Looking away, Cassius bit his lower lip and thought for a moment, “I think as long as you keep a slow pace and level breathing, it should be enough. I can prescribe to the others that it was better than we initially thought. That it was a convulsion of muscles causing your pain, like a chest cramp, and not an actual broken rib?”
There was a loud clattering outside of their door rushing down the stairs and a distant sound of something akin to a scream. Cassius clutched the wet rag tightly and stared at the door.
What was that?
What the hell is that?
Élise’s eyes followed the toppling heads as they slid from the bloody saddle. Their splatting along the dirty ground was sickening. Each left a river of crimson flowing after them. Though Élise wanted to wretch, she was composed in the situation. The Halfling kept her blade out as she approached the decorated dead.
“Its best that we remove this scene from the streets,” Élise spoke to the guard. She wanted to avoid creating too much of commotion to the inn – though there were already so many people crowding. They had heard the strange scream from inside the inn’s hall and come out, “I can report this to my superiors…” She looked at Tom’s shaking legs and to the strange petals stuffed into the deceased’s ajar mouths, “Do you recognize the mark?” She asked, wondering if he knew something she did not.
“Thank you,” He said while taking the rags, his voice still cracking a bit from before. Cassius began dabbing the tip of the icy rag along her bruised shoulder. He used the tip, which was wet enough to clean any debris of stick or blood beginning to crust.
“I’ve always been the one taking care of Élise’s wounds from her training or Ventus’ sores from his pranks… That’s the only reason I know about any of this,” He tried to fill his mind with nostalgia – to share some of his past and forget about what all had just conspired in the present. He hoped it would lighten the mood and at least cloud the awkward air between the two, “When we were kids, Ventus was always getting into fights. He was kind of a clumsy kid too, so that didn’t help. He’d often come home covered in bruises that needed to be iced or covered in herbal brews to keep from having his skin puff up. It wasn’t pretty, but I was able to learn a lot from treating his wounds. Of course, now he’s got such tough skin…” Cassius shook his head and cracked a small smile, “Élise started training in the Sovereign youth guard at a really young age, so she had a lot of injuries that looked like this,” He said just as he finished dabbing the wet area of her shoulder with one of the torn shirt rags, drying it off. “The only thing to do for such a deep bruise is to keep the open skin clean from infection. I don’t want to wrap it and apply pressure, that would just hurt more…” He noted with the nod of his head.
This is all I can do. Patch up the wounds after everyone has worked so hard…
Cassius’ attention became keen when Guinevere spoke as though she would keep his secret. That little spark of hope warmed the shards of his heart a bit. He lifted his head to look at her with confusion. He wanted to ask why she was protecting him when she seemed to hate magic so much, but was afraid to push his luck.
“W..Well,” He stumbled to catch his words. Looking away, Cassius bit his lower lip and thought for a moment, “I think as long as you keep a slow pace and level breathing, it should be enough. I can prescribe to the others that it was better than we initially thought. That it was a convulsion of muscles causing your pain, like a chest cramp, and not an actual broken rib?”
There was a loud clattering outside of their door rushing down the stairs and a distant sound of something akin to a scream. Cassius clutched the wet rag tightly and stared at the door.
What was that?
What the hell is that?
Élise’s eyes followed the toppling heads as they slid from the bloody saddle. Their splatting along the dirty ground was sickening. Each left a river of crimson flowing after them. Though Élise wanted to wretch, she was composed in the situation. The Halfling kept her blade out as she approached the decorated dead.
“Its best that we remove this scene from the streets,” Élise spoke to the guard. She wanted to avoid creating too much of commotion to the inn – though there were already so many people crowding. They had heard the strange scream from inside the inn’s hall and come out, “I can report this to my superiors…” She looked at Tom’s shaking legs and to the strange petals stuffed into the deceased’s ajar mouths, “Do you recognize the mark?” She asked, wondering if he knew something she did not.
Élise El'lor & Cassius El'lor
S: 15 Vit: 15 Agi: 15 Ch: 15 St: 15
T: 15 D: 15 P: 15 En: 15 K: 15
Hp: 300 Sm: 11/45 Mp: 280/300
Cassius: First Aid I