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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 27, 2017 17:40:07 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Ah, heh... Yeah; I've noticed." He chuckled, giving some brevity to the bludgeoning words; they hurt, but they were superficial. As with bruises, they would fade given time, he took solace in this:
"But! I... presume you did not always know how to mend a limb, set broken bone or stitch flesh?" He pointed out, pursing his lips as he looked to her with a shut eye and bowed crown.
He flourished his cloak in an ever elegant swirl, a flower in bloom, before its petals fell to encapsulate the stem that was Lekalis.
"I feel you'd be wounding me, and coloring yourself a liar, if you said you hadn't learned anything from me, about being happy." His features relaxed as he sighed; the comforting weight of his high collar cloak and silk resting on his shoulders brought some reassurance. He felt... right, again.
"Such as--" He set his feet pointedly apart, aligned with his shoulders, aligned with Florence's own; scant a foot's distance from eachothers feet.
Lekalis' arms crooked out like some statue given life, his hands splayed out in waiting embrace.
"-- Pop quiz; name and exercise the motion I am proposing!" He declared, doing his utmost to impersonate one of his many high-strung tutors; complete with head-gesticulations and upheld chin.
Though, his smile cracked his charade: a wide toothy grin, as he looked expectantly at Florence. Just what he was expecting was anyone's guess.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 27, 2017 18:15:00 GMT -8
Florence squinted at him, pensively, as he flourished and swung his red silk cloak. She watched him abduct his arms; she knew what that entailed, she had been taught just so in his tavern room, and she had even practiced with much success on Courcy.
"That is a hug." She identified.
"But I have hugged you before, and you said that you have not been happy, so far." She pointed out what he had said earlier, eyeing that scalpel-scare laid bare before her with his chin raised up high like so.
"Does this exercise please you?
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 27, 2017 18:24:11 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Correct!" He announced with some exaggeration, as he beckoned her forward; flexing his fingers enticingly as he wriggled his shoulders a little.
Though, she caught a little lie of his and he chuckled; posturing himself boldly, with a little shrug,
"My happiness fluxes and ebbs with want and need; I yet desire you, you know." He hummed the last with some amusement, scarce any guilt in his tone, though he knew there 'aught be.
"So..." He hummed, nodding his head left and right in thought,
"... Yes; this exercise would please me greatly."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 27, 2017 18:47:25 GMT -8
"I see."
Florence took a small shuffle forward, in her stifling robes and boots, always prepared and ready for the next epidemic in garb and practice. She held the mask with a firm grip loose, with slackened arms.
"I shall hug you now." She warned, recalling his previous request to state her actions before they were carried out. She let one hand fall from the mask as she rose both arms to embrace him, clasping about him like one would pull levers onto each other.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 27, 2017 18:52:49 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Hmmm..." He gauged, as he swiftly pulled her in; feeling her thick and freshly cleaned garb press against his own, he couldn't help but smile wider as he kissed her brow and cradled her head against his shoulder.
"... Pass." He finished, patting her on the back with a huff. He wondered if this much was selfish or selfless; seeking to broaden this doctor's lens...
Though, as the thoughts came, he cleared his throat and quietly set to break the stiff but welcome embrace; a shameful indulgence, he knew, but didn't regret it.
"Florence... do you appreciate these things I do..? The hugs, the kisses... My Love?" He sighed, as his hands trailed down her sides and rested on her hips. He kept their distance within hands reach before tilting his head to one shoulder in anticipation.
However, he did see to distancing himself; supposing he'd 'aught to check on Tilly and Courcy. See to preparing for the funeral, the expedition...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 27, 2017 19:18:44 GMT -8
"Hmm..." Florence hummed in thought as she was pulled close into his arms. She vaguely felt the pat on her back through the thick layers she wore, all that cloth and leather. She thought on it some, what this all spelled out for her.
"I do not mind it." Florence decided, simply. She gave another pause in thought before elaborating,
"It does not alter how I feel, about you." The good doctor watched him begin his retreat,
"My duty is the same."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 27, 2017 19:27:21 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"You're more knightly than you let on..." He huffed, a bit sourly, as he hooked his thumbs in his belt; quirking his mouth to one side as he furrowed his brow, clearly chewing on her words, trying to hear them for their literal terminology over anything.
"... Your feelings for me: they're tied simply to your duty?" He chuckled, painfully, trying to clarify as he brought an arm over his gut, cupping his elbow as another quietly soothed his tensed breast.
"So I am just... Just another patient of yours... An experiment, something to... To take notes on?" His anxious chuckle pervaded his words as he motioned to the notes.
"The... times we've spent in the tavern room, when we lay by eachother; I... I felt your heart against mine, all of it." Lekalis licked his lips, his brow furrowing; trying to make sense of it all.
"You... never felt anything past that... That it was your duty to be there? O-or that it was entirely irrelevant because it had nothing to do with your Duty?"
The Ex-Lord took a few steps back to the portal of the Archives.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 27, 2017 19:50:01 GMT -8
"No."
Florence quirked her head and furrowed her brow, watching as the distance increased between herself and him.
Such matters of the heart were almost impossible to explain clearly, these abstract things. It was the epitome of qualitative data, that of which made conclusions difficult to draw and complicated studies and the communication thereof.
"It is... care, despite it, these feelings." She explained after a moment of strain.
"It is foolish to develop... feelings for patients in sensitive condition, such as yourself, whose care I am responsible for."
Her dark eyes flitted briefly to the door, and then back to him, as if to gauge how much time she had to think before Lekalis fled the room entirely.
"But in that I have no choice." She added, bringing both hands to grasp the mask again, "However, I can ensure that it does not interfere in my care of you."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 27, 2017 19:59:02 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His anxious laugh came again, as he felt his heart alieve itself, cowing his head as though recoiling from having been drowned in some sorrows.
He took a breath, and rose a brow, his smile widening into an utterly baffoonish spread; as he patted his heart quietly, nodding as his eyes were cast to the floor.
It was... a turmultuous day; and he was glad he'd at least alleviated the dark shroud hanging over Lekalis himself, and Florence. Somewhat. There were still many things he wished to ask her, perhaps that was what intoxicated him so, but he cleared his throat; not realizing how close he was to tears, as he massaged the side of his neck, taking a step towards the darkly clad; or rather now, burlap hued doctor.
"Do you think... When this--" He tapped his core; where his amulet nigh glowed to their eyes,
"--When this is all gone... When I'm free of whatever it is that binds me so..." His words trailed off, as his eyes did too, from the Crowgazer.
Before pulling back, nodding affirmingly as he held that amulet beneath his shirt with some venediction; as though he could throttle himself free with so simple an act.
"... In that moment, would you have a choice? Will you choose me..?" He asked, though he already seemed pleased.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 27, 2017 23:54:45 GMT -8
Florence held the mask close to her well-padded person.
"I... do not know." She admitted, truthfully, ducking her head somewhat, leaning it off of her shoulder.
"It has never been my decision to make. I never chose this..."
She grimaced, slightly, but comparatively it shattered her nigh perpetual neutrality, "...feeling. I renounced such things, when I was younger. I once assumed that I had a choice."
Florence let her arms lax, again, letting them rest with the mask in between them,
"I can promise that I choose to tend to you for as long as I am able."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 28, 2017 3:41:59 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With a small nod, and a sigh, he smiled kindly; looking down at his self, smoothing out the ruffles of his shirt and cloak before looking to Florence again. There was a very tangible pang of guilt, on seeing her grimace so. He'd long since tortured her enough, he knew, and he wringed his hands anxiously in thought; being so brusque and forward only seemed to harm her as much as her own brusqueness harmed himself. Though, he seemed to finally be getting an understanding of her with those words, an utterly vicious investigation, he knew... But he was desperate, in this moment.
"Thank you..." He supposed, would be a good start to break the silence as he stood; half turned to the Crowgazer, half yet to the door.
It seemed that, for every step that gave him answers, that realized what he... believed they had; he would take twice that many steps back. In an effort to ask her, perhaps give her choice, he's corralled her into none. Trying to realize what they had, if they had anything, only seemed to unwind and distance themselves.
There was an endless spree of frustration run amock; the very things he'd learned from Florence's self seemed to be proving his own undoing.
Indeed, as he clasped his hands together and bowed humbly to her, he felt to come to a realization: perhaps his attempts at emulation were wrongly set. That, Florence needed not an equally direct approach of inquiry and infatuation.
He was losing himself to this Hamlet...
"... I'll be heading out to an expedition come the next few days; we've collected a party: Myself, Tilly, Courcy, and a fellow Doctor and patient. Brenton and... I forget the other's name." He dismissed, as he swiftly worded some parting information.
"We'll be establishing supplies in the Tavern, if you've need of me." He explained, splaying out his hands, nodding in thought.
"I'll be giving Hook funds to deliver you food here, to the Archives; unless you'd rather I deliver them elsewhere..? My room, perhaps? You're free to use it, in the Tavern."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 28, 2017 19:12:49 GMT -8
"You are welcome." Florence said plainly, watching him equally so as he tended to himself; a rare breed that kept itself hygienic without prompting, one that planned ahead so unlike the others who resided recklessly in the Hamlet and made her work all the more difficult.
She appreciated this from Lekalis, among other things.
"Allow the doctor to tend to you if you become injured. Do not fear him." She reminded him, nodding, as her other hand moved to the mask again.
She thought on it some more.
"Also, do not become injured."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 28, 2017 19:31:53 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord chuckled at Florence's mother-henning; for all the frightful pain she'd began to pluck at him, she made him happy with these smallest of statements. His smile widened, childishly, as he pinched the corner of his cloak's collar and wilted his head to one shoulder.
"O.K."
He hummed and let go, his features relaxing, though he still laughed quietly to himself at her rather mundane remarks. Pausing, he nodded, his features falling to something more typical of his nature; an easy smile, and tired eyes.
"You too, Florence; keep yourself well, will you? Talk to Hook, keep yourself fed; and get some damned sleep..." He rose his brows, presuming she was already planning on saying 'I already have'
"... Actual, sleep. I won't be here for much longer, but maybe... Maybe tomorrow night, if I'm here: we can sleep together, in my bed, my room." He shrugged, smiling.
"I've missed that." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck; a shameful admittance if there were one, but he felt it all the same. He'd no need to stop his honesty with her.
"Anyways... I 'aught to get going..." He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, shrugging as he looked about his person; ensuring all his gear was strapped rightly to himself. Patting his spear so it bobbed loosely at his hip.
"... Will you be here, then? If I need you?"
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Post by Vanitypirate on Jul 28, 2017 19:57:43 GMT -8
"I shall sleep when you leave, when I am able..." Florence promised, as she watched him expectantly.
"I will be asleep here, and I am likely to stay here." She continued, taking a preemptive step to the desk, as if to already begin on her endless notes-- although, she merely glanced over them to ensure that they had dried.
"Do not have coition with Tilly again." Was her subsequent warning, as she looked up from her notes,
"...Or with anyone else you may be in love with."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Jul 28, 2017 20:02:47 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He scoffed, doubly kicking his boot against the cobblestones as he palmed the pommel of his falchion; revolving it in a circular motion in the air as he idly bit at the inside of his cheek and cocked his head to the other shoulder, closing an eye and looking at her skeptically.
"Alright alright... I guess that means you're off the table..? Or, bed, rather?" He mused idly, humming with a forlorn sigh as he looked up to the ceiling and shut both his eyes, letting his head rock back, his hair trailing behind him in a loose braid.
"I mean... You said it yourself, we're already cursed and bound together. And your... Sterile." He laughed lightly, jesting, as he motioned to her with a cheeky and toothy grin. He was betting on her missing the jape, however.
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