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Post by Sebastian on Oct 3, 2007 5:46:09 GMT -5
*Sebastian looked at the old and shabby room which clearly hadn't been inhabited for some while. As if he cared, he just needed a place to sleep. A place to let his wounds heal and not just the ones on his back, but also the ones in his mind.
He had done an unforgivable thing, he had gone and fallen in love with an faerie and for that he had been punished. Severely. And now he came crawling back to the place to find her, like the beaten dog that he was. But he couldn't.
So instead he fell down on the bed, black demonic blood dripping onto the grew sheets. He let out a cry of pain and hoped a Sue who was passing by might have heard him as he rolled unto his stomach, his wounds glistering in the candle light since he wasn't wearing a shirt.*
((Anyone?))
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Lady Beatrice
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Oct 4, 2007 6:48:33 GMT -5
*Beatrice methodically made her way down the hall, knocking on each door to swap the linens. She reached this room and knocked.*
"Your linens, please."
*When she heard no answer, she assumed that the room was vacant and tried the door. It gave and she went in to change the linens herself. But the room wasn't vacant. There was someone on the bed. She sighed and approached them with a bit of attitude for having wasted her time.*
"Ho, now. Did thou not hearst me cry for this very thing?"
*She tugged at the sheet beneath him. And that's when she saw the blood. It took her a moment to process, but she was no quivering flower. Taking a sheet from her basket, she pressed it against his sexy wounds.*
"Lord's grace, sir! How be it that you came by these?"
((How bad or wounds are we talking? Does he need to go to the infirmary?))
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 4, 2007 9:50:50 GMT -5
((Bloody gashes from a whip. He doesn't need a doctor, he heals fast, since he's a demon and stuff. Btw, his blood is black. Like the deep pool of wangst he is in.))
*Sebastian groaned. He didn't want anyone seeing him like this, but he had not the strength to send her away. He couldn't bare to be alone.*
"Punishment."
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Oct 4, 2007 23:47:39 GMT -5
*Beatrice moved the linen, noting the strange color of the blood. Must be the light... Her brow furrowed.*
"And what act, pray thee, did thou commit to earn such a grievous sentence?"
*She tried to be gentle.*
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 5, 2007 4:59:16 GMT -5
*Sebastian closed his eyes and could see Nerida's beautiful face in front of him. And then the face of the demonic judge. And the hood of the demon who carried out the sentence. A million lashes. The only reason he had survived was because they wouldn't let him die.*
"The worst crime a man could commit. Love."
*He felt so weak, so tired. He slowly rolled on to his side and looked up at the woman.*
"Don't waste your time on a wretch like me."
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Oct 5, 2007 7:33:29 GMT -5
*The man wasn't making much sense, but love was one of those things that Beatrice had always found excessive anyways. And then again, he seemed to have worse problems, like black blood.*
"Sir, I may be a tyrant in the face of love, but I be not so uncharitable as to leave you in such a state."
*She pulled a pair of small sewing scissors from her pocket and started cutting long strips to bandage him. It was not as if the Opera didn't have more sheets.*
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 7, 2007 4:50:24 GMT -5
*Sebastian grunted. Fine, if she wanted to stay with him and risk getting killed then it was her own choice. He didn't care, not anymore. He glanced up again, to see the woman cutting bandages for him.*
"What's your name?"
*He didn't know why he asked. Perhaps he didn't want to be rude. Or perhaps he needed to keep talking, keep his mind away from that one person that haunted his mind.*
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Oct 7, 2007 16:35:14 GMT -5
"Beatrice."
*She eyed him over shrewdly.*
"And what, pray tell, is yours, lest I be forced to grant you a new one?"
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 9, 2007 8:07:18 GMT -5
"Sebastian Reyne."
*He grunted. The wounds started to itch, which was both a good sign and a bad sign. It was good because it would mean that his wounds were healing. It was bad because he was still weak. Too weak to fight an angry mob who would want to burn him as a witch, since mortals didn't heal so quickly as he did. He eyed Beatrice for a moment. He wondered what she would do when she found out he wasn't normal.*
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Oct 9, 2007 8:16:25 GMT -5
((*hugs Sebastian* I'm pretty sure the black blood thing is a giveaway.))
*Beatrice sighed as she finished dressing the wounds and sat back on her heels.*
"Well then, Sebastian....mayhap you need something in your belly to further your constitution. What would you have?"
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 9, 2007 9:33:48 GMT -5
((He thinks that since she didn't scream and run at the sight of that that she missed it. )) "I have no need for food at the moment. I just ... " *He didn't know what he did need. Or what he was going to do when his wounds were healed and his powers returned. And that frightened me.* "I need nothing. You endanger yourself by helping me."
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Oct 9, 2007 22:50:55 GMT -5
*Beatrice's brow furrowed.*
"And how is that, sir? What is it that you have brought, snipping at your heels?"
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 10, 2007 5:15:31 GMT -5
"Hell."
*Unconsciously a smile twitched it's way up to his lips. The evil part of him wanted to scare the woman, show her his powers, be cruel. But the sane part of him didn't. That part just wanted to melt away into the bed and stop existing. He raised his black eyes up to hers.*
"You should go."
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Post by Lady Beatrice on Oct 10, 2007 5:23:41 GMT -5
*Beatrice rolled her eyes. It looked like he was ashamed of something and was trying to make up for it by scaring her.*
"Surely. And yet what sort of woman would you find me, should I leave you to suffer in the dark?"
*She stood and filled a glass from the random pitcher on the dresser. She returned and offered it to him.*
"There now...drink up, lest you be overcome."
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Post by Sebastian on Oct 10, 2007 5:41:11 GMT -5
*Sebastian sat up, wincing slightly because of his wounds and took the glass from Beatrice.*
"I would find you a very clever woman, for warnings are never given without a reason."
*He took a gulp of water and closed his eyes for a moment. He hadn't drank or eaten anything for a very long time.*
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