October
a sunflower soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
Your smile grows and grows until you're fairly certain the corners of your lips are touching the creases by your eyes. Maybe I'll meet an Outlander.... It's...well, it would be a dream. You've heard all the stories about them that you can, and though you're trying your best not to get your hopes up (what if they're all shit? Or stupid?), gods you already have. You emit a small sound of joy that's a mix between a purr and trill. It comes at a rather bad time, as you're currently undressing this poor man who is covered in bruises. "Sorry." You murmur, putting his shirt on the bedside table and lowering your eyes to take in his injuries properly.
"Breathing exercises, huh?" You've taken a seat on a wheelie-chair at the side of the bed, your gloved hands ghosting over his skin and only putting as much pressure is absolutely necessary. The trouble with ribs is that there's very little to be done, so your examination of him is relatively quick. "Was that before or after your decision to wear pockets?"
Breathing exercises for a man whose ribs should stay as still as possible? Good one, doc.
"Okay, I need you to close your eyes for this." You don't, but...well, secrets and all that. Once Finn has complied, you reach for the vial which contains—drum roll please—shards of unicorn horn. Unicorns, being companions of the abandoned, are forbidden in Stormbreak. So it is that your access to what's in this vial would be strongly questioned, should it ever get out. Sprinkling the dust over Finn's wound, you watch as the magic sinks into his skin. The bruises dry up as if they were just a bit of spilled paint, and whatever small fractures in his bones will begin to fuse back together. Quickly you slip the vial into your pocket, "—keep 'em closed—" You remind Finn, as you reach for a cool cloth to wipe his skin with. It's only when you're sure all traces of opalescent residue are gone, then you tell him he can open his eyes.
"Breathing exercises, huh?" You've taken a seat on a wheelie-chair at the side of the bed, your gloved hands ghosting over his skin and only putting as much pressure is absolutely necessary. The trouble with ribs is that there's very little to be done, so your examination of him is relatively quick. "Was that before or after your decision to wear pockets?"
Breathing exercises for a man whose ribs should stay as still as possible? Good one, doc.
"Okay, I need you to close your eyes for this." You don't, but...well, secrets and all that. Once Finn has complied, you reach for the vial which contains—drum roll please—shards of unicorn horn. Unicorns, being companions of the abandoned, are forbidden in Stormbreak. So it is that your access to what's in this vial would be strongly questioned, should it ever get out. Sprinkling the dust over Finn's wound, you watch as the magic sinks into his skin. The bruises dry up as if they were just a bit of spilled paint, and whatever small fractures in his bones will begin to fuse back together. Quickly you slip the vial into your pocket, "—keep 'em closed—" You remind Finn, as you reach for a cool cloth to wipe his skin with. It's only when you're sure all traces of opalescent residue are gone, then you tell him he can open his eyes.
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
