Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
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Post by Faramir on Jun 25, 2008 16:21:26 GMT -5
*Faramir stumbled into Eowyn's room and layed himself down on a bed.* "Can you find a needle?" *he asked her.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 25, 2008 16:26:34 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn quickly walked over to her belongings and found a needle, some thread and a pair of scissors. Then she came back and sat on his bedside, a bit shy.*
"The wound needs suture. I must ask you to take off your shirt.... Can you manage, or do you want me to help you?"
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Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
Posts: 111
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Post by Faramir on Jun 25, 2008 16:51:09 GMT -5
*Faramir shook his head.* "I think I'm going to need your assistance," *he said in a strained voice, grimacing at the pain.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 25, 2008 16:57:41 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn had patched up wounds before, on her uncle's warriors. But none of them were as handsome as Faramir, or as strong. With blushing cheeks and trembling hands she started taking off his shirt.... She didn't dare to look him in the eyes, afraid he would see what she felt for him there.*
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Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
Posts: 111
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Post by Faramir on Jun 25, 2008 17:14:46 GMT -5
*Faramir closed his eyes at the pain. Slightly embarassed at the intimate situation they were in, he tried to keep his tone as plain as possible.*
"The bleeding. Is it slow?"
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 25, 2008 17:19:33 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn looked at his wound. Luckily it didn't bleed much, but the cut was deep.*
"The bleeding has almost stopped, but I need to give you suture."
*She took the needle and the thread. Then she placed a bottle of alcohol on the nightstand.*
"Drink, you'll need it. This will be painful."
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Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
Posts: 111
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Post by Faramir on Jun 25, 2008 17:33:06 GMT -5
*Faramir took the bottle and quickly downed most of it. Taking the rest, he poured it on his wound. The alcohol sent searing pain down his arm but he knew it was better than an infection.*
"You must be calm," *he said to her, taking her trembling hands in his.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 25, 2008 17:38:07 GMT -5
How am I supposed to be calm, with this raging fire burning in my body, and my soul longing to be united with yours?
*Lady Éowyn blushed when he held her hands in his strong. It was his presence that made her body tremble like this. No man had ever had this effect on her before. She forced a smile and a laughter.*
"I will try, my lord. Don't worry, I have patched up warriors before."
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Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
Posts: 111
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Post by Faramir on Jun 25, 2008 17:45:53 GMT -5
*Faramir nodded and let her hand go.* "Alright," *he said, already feeling the alcohol taking effect.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 25, 2008 17:49:24 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn cleansed the needle to sterilize it before she started suturing him. She made sure to be as gentle as she possibly could.
She was so busy with her work that she completely had forgotten that her blouse was torn open after the attack of the stable boys.*
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Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
Posts: 111
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Post by Faramir on Jun 25, 2008 17:58:57 GMT -5
*Faramir's eyes fell on Eowyn's chest as he fought to keep his eyes open.* "Perhaps I'll call for a tailor when this is over," *he muttered, not being able look away from the fair skin of her chest.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 25, 2008 18:04:49 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn blushed, but she couldn't stop suturing his wounds just because of a torn blouse.*
"I'll fix it later."
*She replied embarrassed, without looking up from her work. She didn't notice his staring.*
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Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
Posts: 111
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Post by Faramir on Jun 25, 2008 18:29:23 GMT -5
*Faramir watched her delicate face in a haze for the whole time. When felt her finishing the sutures with a knot he took her by the arm and deftly pulled her in, only half aware of what he was doing.*
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Post by Éowyn on Jun 25, 2008 18:32:35 GMT -5
*Lady Éowyn gasped when he pulled her in like that. Of course she had to trip in her long skirts, and landed on top of him. She blushed deeply.*
"Forgive me, my lord. I didn't mean to fall on you. Are you OK?"
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Faramir
- Ingenious Pilot -
He does the duty of two sons now. For himself; and for the one who will not return.
Posts: 111
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Post by Faramir on Jun 26, 2008 17:40:30 GMT -5
*Faramir held her tightly to him with a firm hand to the small of her back. He slowly drew his hand up her back then through her fragrant hair until his careful fingers came to rest on her blushing cheeks.*
"I can confidently say that I have never been better," *he said languidly, gently touching her face.*
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