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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 13:10:06 GMT -5
Tybalt woke up gradually with a splitting headache, not realizing he wasn't in his own bed, and with a few helplessly pained grunted and moans bit down on the corner of a pillowcase and clenched sheets in his fist.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 16, 2012 14:53:22 GMT -5
Doom was immersed in work on the other side of the room. Any desk space not currently taken up by a large tray of various local specialties was covered in magical tomes, and he was carefully charting something out with chords and unfamiliar sun signs on parchment.
"It's two in the afternoon," he said without raising his head, the familiar metallic echo back in his voice. "Good morning, Tybalt."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 14:57:18 GMT -5
"My lord-"
He startled and pulled bck from the pillow. God, was that dried spit on his mouth? Oh Christ. No, he didn't want to be seen like this, not by him. Not by Doom, of all people.
And he still had a splitting, blinding, painful headache.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 16, 2012 14:58:22 GMT -5
"You have been drinking heavily, and you've also had a fit. Doom would not recommend physical exertion."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 15:01:58 GMT -5
"I had a fit?"
That explained some things, like why he was so immensely sore.
"How did I come to be...." He peered down; he was still dressed. Doom and he hadn't fucked, at least. "...in your chambers?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 16, 2012 15:03:00 GMT -5
"Again, you were drinking heavily. You came to find me in the night to pledge your service."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 15:03:41 GMT -5
"Did you accept it?" he asked in a strained voice.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 16, 2012 15:05:31 GMT -5
"No, you were practically insensible. On another day, maybe. When it serves me."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 15:06:35 GMT -5
"Insensible?" A drooling wreck, perhaps - oh Christ-
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 16, 2012 15:07:23 GMT -5
"You were... distressed."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 15:08:50 GMT -5
"What did I do?" he asked, his own great terror and distress, beneath the hangover pain, greatly obvious.
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 16, 2012 15:12:53 GMT -5
"You entered with intent to swear your fealty, and I, being an honorable individual, declined to accept your oath. You were distraught due to the separation from your family, and-- expressed your homesickness in no uncertain terms. At one point you had a seizure, almost certainly due to the drink. You slept, and now here you are. There's a meal waiting, if your stomach's settled."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 15:14:23 GMT -5
Tybalt looked nauseous at even the thought.
"Was I sick?"
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Post by Victor von Doom on Apr 16, 2012 15:18:02 GMT -5
"Not to my knowledge. Drink the water and take the tablets, at least."
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Post by Tybalt on Apr 16, 2012 15:21:01 GMT -5
He looked around sluggishly for the things Doom spoke of.
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