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| What are you looking for at the Inn of Peace? |
| Peace (dah) |
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| Love <3 |
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| Friends and Friends *hugs* |
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| Chaos and destruction *evil grin* |
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| Nothing *snores* |
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| Gold XD |
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| I don't know yet... |
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 Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 11:41 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 11:46 am
She didn't sit back up, she instead wrapped her arms around her knees, and hugged them in this position. She let him rub her shoulders as ribs pushed themselves where they were supposed to be and bruises healed away. This was a comfortable position, her insides churned, misery she was not familiar with. She was happiest right now- Bure and the boy and her knees. She was so tired and Bure- Bure still wanted to heal her face. She hugged her legs tighter, hearing the patter of small feet running upstairs, "Bure, I haven't hurt this much in years. I don't want to scare Devin..and I don't want you to worry."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 11:52 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 11:59 am
"I don't know about Devin, but whether you know it or not, it's a little too late for the latter, dearie."
Bure rescinded his hand, pausing, then pulling his chair around to face hers.
"I'm no one to tell you how to live your life, so I won't... But I definitely worry."
He brought his hand back out, placing it over her newly blue hair and giving it a light ruffle as Devin came down. He leaned down.
"Boy's got his picture, have a look."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:15 pm
"Could you heal me under the hair... without looking?" Sitting up she would wait for a long moment, before opening her visible eye. A smile passed her lips, she felt a little dizzy, "Such a good boy." She would hold out jeweled hand to hold the picture, to look at the picture- she wanted and would praise the boy no matter what the image looked like- how neat or messy. Children deserved praise and love.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:20 pm
Bure nodded, adding some extra layers onto his palms.
"Of course."
He stood up, taking a closer stand around the chair as he slipped his hands past her locks and against her face, letting it sink in and do its work.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:34 pm
She would give the boy loving praise complimenting the color choice and the work. She was genuine in her affection for the boy. Children deserved love. Unconditional. As part of her face built itself back into place- as the pain would ease away. The dizziness began to grow. Gently setting down the work, giving the boy merry and loud praise all the while Tamriel would sit back in her chair. She began to tremble, weariness flooded her system, the comfort of this place- these people.
Jeweled hand came up and would find Bure's, sharing her shaking, her eye would close, a soft smile on her lips, "Bure, I- feel dizzy and very tired. Please... no more healing."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:40 pm
"Not a problem, I've done just about everything I can, I think."
Bure turned his hand, folding into hers in hopes the stillness of his own hand would be infectious to hers.
"A good day's worth of rest is what you need, methinks."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 12:54 pm
She was still for a long few moments, her muscles keep flexing but all she had was his hand and her near desperate grip on him. He was sturdy enough, could heal, her heart hurt a bit but that wound was healing. "My muscles aren't working. I'm more tired than I thought." Darkness filling in the edges of her vision, she would smile to the boy and tell him very softly she needed a nap and promised to read to him for as long as he wanted. "Bleghabie," she whispered, terra cotta eye closing, body relaxing but her grip not letting up.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:08 pm
He smiled softly when she finally let go, though not with her hand.
"Tamriel."
Bure stood first, tightening his grip ever so slightly as he tried to get an arm to support her.
"Just a little bit more to your bed, Tam, you can do it..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:21 pm
She strained and whimpered, she'd weakly do the best she could to help him help her. Once he had her up the stairs and in her room, "I..don't want to be alone."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:23 pm
"...Then you won't be, silly little Huldra-head."
He sat her down on the bed, moving down to pull her legs up onto the bed for her and pulling a chair up to the bed's side.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:32 pm
Once on her bed she curled up, " No..with me." A small smile on her lips, " No funny business, just- safe." She was sound asleep by the last word. Have to run. may be back later tonight. time for a demo day for rpg
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 2:13 pm
(*nod* No prob. Gotta go watch the last fight of Pacquiao, myself...)
Bure shrugged.
"I sleep with all my other brothers and sisters, I don't see what's so... funny..."
The pixie had been climbing in as he spoke, but now next to her... It felt strange. Sure, he'd slept in Malachai's bed before, but there was a strangeness to this space he suddenly decided to keep between them as they lay there... a serenity that tickled his chest. He pulled up a pile of clothes as a pillow, watching her fall asleep even as he did so himself.
"...safe..."
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 7:53 pm
Kiran descended the stairs singing a hymn very softly. He had slept well and even written a few notes- his writers block was slowly breaking. He would look around hopeful for someone in charge as he had ordered his books for the inn and a few of his personal affects to be sent along as his decision to stay had been finalized. Taking a seat on a well worn couch, he allowed his eyes to close as his ears twitched to the steady chip of crickets.
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