Lady Beatrice
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A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours.
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Apr 29, 2009 16:43:15 GMT -5
*Beatrice couldn't hold back a scoff.*
"Indeed. For surely such an act would not go unpunished."
*She forced her tongue into check, reforming her thoughts and trying to soften them.*
"There is a higher reward for doing something for the sake of what is right."
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Post by Richard III on Apr 29, 2009 17:05:25 GMT -5
"So the priests have said," Richard replied, "though I have rarely seen them act as they preach." He felt silent, thinking on the many wrongs done him, and the very few rights done without provocation or thought of gain.
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 1, 2009 9:26:27 GMT -5
*Beatrice moved abruptly, but then forced herself to smooth the motion as she knelt next to him and dripped the towel into the freshly poured water.*
"I assure you, my lord. I am no priest."
*She focused on washing his skin. It made it easier to jut have something to do.*
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Post by Richard III on May 1, 2009 10:06:03 GMT -5
"Indeed not," Richard said. "I could never mistake you." That was a compliment, of sorts, or at least not an insult. "Thank you," he said at length.
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 3, 2009 9:12:09 GMT -5
*The unexpected gratitude relaxed something in Beatrice and her motions smoothed as she dipped the towel back to the basin.*
"You are welcome, my lord." *She answered gently. Whatever this was, it was unnerving. Why was such a simple thing so complex? It was strange to feel the need to feel the silence.*
"You feel on the mend, perhaps? An ease, at least?"
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Post by Richard III on May 4, 2009 11:55:26 GMT -5
He was afraid to try moving, to try feeling anything. Afraid to look at his limbs. He cast an anxious look at Lady Beatrice.
"I feel..." He hesitated. "Comfortable. But I do not know the extent of my condition, or what is to be done to mend it."
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 5, 2009 8:18:13 GMT -5
"I could summon a doctor." *Beatrice offered easily, a bit surprised to find herself so eager to help. Since when was this her problem? Oh yes, since she'd brought him home.*
"I fear my own knowledge is somewhat limited."
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Post by Richard III on May 6, 2009 9:45:49 GMT -5
"Of course, of course. You've done that which lies within your skill." He wanted to pat her hand. The words could be taken as an insult, but Richard was more or less unaware of that.
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 8, 2009 13:00:37 GMT -5
*Beatrice's jaw tightened. She bit her tongue so hard it hurt.*
"Of course, my lord." *She whispered through clenched teeth. Why was this bothering her so? She managed a small smile and started to the door.*
"I'll see to it posthaste."
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Post by Richard III on May 8, 2009 13:40:52 GMT -5
"Do not be long," Richard said softly. "I fear the darkness of my thoughts."
He did not know why he was driven to be so open, so vulnerable. But everything else had been stripped away.
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 8, 2009 13:55:28 GMT -5
"As you would have it." *Beatrice answered frankly, pulling her shawl about her shoulders and heading out. She would have to hurry to get back with the doctor before work. The thought grated at her. Her life being inconvenienced for...him. She frowned all the way there.*
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Post by Richard III on May 11, 2009 12:29:40 GMT -5
Alone, Richard began to examine his condition, his situation. He did not like what he found. His mind bent around reality, his eyes waylaid by his paranoia so that he genuinely saw twisted limbs where once he had had at least two whole ones. Attempting to move them resulted in twitches, nothing more, and then he abandoned further attempts lest panic overtake him again.
Instead, he thought about Beatrice. He knew well she did not like him. Why she had taken him in was beyond him; in her position, he'd have left him in the gutter. He did not know how to take this--was it an admission that her professed anger was merely that? Or must he realign his expectations to admit that she might disagree with and dislike him as a person but still saw him as one. And that in her view, as a person he was worthy of her attention.
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 11, 2009 13:36:40 GMT -5
*Beatrice made short work of fetching the doctor, returning to the small room unceremoniously. She glanced between the two hastily, though it seemed introductions were not that important.*
"I...should leave the two of you to it." *She offered helpfully, gesturing the doctor towards the bed.*
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Post by Richard III on May 11, 2009 13:48:51 GMT -5
Richard eyed the doctor suspiciously, almost offended by the man's cool manner and lack of reaction. He'd have been more offended by overt signs of distress or dismay, of course.
"Well?" he ground out in the midst of the examination. "What ails me, doctor?"
The man stood back, watching Richard carefully. Richard did not like this. "Why don't you explain to me what happened?"
Richard did so, describing incidentally his injured, misshapen limbs which the doctor did not react to for they were perfectly sound as far as he could see.
"And so you see, doctor, I can stir neither leg nor arm."
"Mmmhmm," the physician said infuriatingly, and proceeded to poke and prod him some more and ask further needless questions about whether Richard could feel him pinching. Of course he could!
"Is it serious?" Richard asked, and the doctor gazed down at him grimly.
"I'm afraid so," he said. "I must talk to your... companion for a moment. Please excuse us."
The doctor turned to Beatrice. "Madame, may I speak with you? Alone?"
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on May 11, 2009 14:13:03 GMT -5
*Beatrice had been shifting her weight eagerly the whole time, worrying about work, but alas what could she do. At the address, she nodded quickly and opened the door again for the doctor.*
"Of course, sir. By all means."
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