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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 13, 2018 19:12:31 GMT -8
The carrot slumped in her teeth as Tilly looked downwards in alarm,
"What?"
Her palms were raised, as if readied to pull her shirt down at a moment's notice.
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 13, 2018 19:18:18 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Remain... Absolutely still." He warned, as he set aside the tin, his fingers lightly oiled; he lifted up her shirt again with a determined look, betrayed only for a second before his hands darted down and ferociously tickled Tilly's sides, cackling evilly as he hoped the colder oil would only compound the feathery ministrations of his fingers along the sides of her belly.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 13, 2018 21:48:30 GMT -8
Tilly was slow to realize the ultimate betrayal until it was already underway.
"No--!"
Needless to say she dropped the carrot as she shoved away from Lekalis in a desperate bid to escape from his dancing fingers, holding out a palm to keep him at a distance.
Despite her best efforts, she still turned a dire shade of green and clapped a hand over her mouth...
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 14, 2018 4:20:46 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
There was a moment of childish delight in the way she squirmed, and he only just managed to keep his laugh somewhat dignified in this ambush. Albeit, as she turned a sickly hue and her squirming became a bit more frantic, he pulled away some; holding his hands still on her sides, he quickly made to nudge the bucket closer to her head, though still on the floor beside the bed.
He made to tilt her slightly towards the edge of the bed, so she might vomit into the predescribed bucket.
"Sorry, sorry!" He quickly apologized through worried chuckles.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 14, 2018 8:33:27 GMT -8
In deft movements Tilly reached out for the bucket and practically hugged it as she let herself be sick into it.
A proper waste of not only a bucket, but also breakfast.
She screwed her eyes shut and shivered.
The process made her deeply unhappy.
After some time she mumbled a shameful "...Thank you."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 14, 2018 14:17:22 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
His face screwed up at the sight and scent, though he forced a smile through it all, chuckling lightly as he gently rubbed Tilly's back.
"You're welcome..?" He offered with an apologetic, and confused tone.
"... Though you usually don't thank your attacker." He mused with a cheeky smirk as he seemed to relax, accustoming to staring at Tilly's freshly flushed face,
"You alright..? Should I get Florence?" He continued quickly, worriedly,
"Maybe we should get to the Tavern, get some hot brew into you."
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 14, 2018 14:36:12 GMT -8
"For the bucket, I mean."
Tilly wrinkled her nose at the poor, spent bucket and sat it down on the ground, scooting it next to the wall carefully, so as to avoid any truly tragic spillages.
"I'd rather avoid the tavern and... ehm, drinking or eating anything."
She shook her head glumly and rubbed her arms, frowning at the vile taste in her mouth. Her gut made flips.
Her palms ran over her face and sighed into her hands, "Florence said this sort of thing's normal, so... best crack on."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 14, 2018 14:42:05 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
The Ex-Lord gave Tilly a sympathetic but strong look before nodding,
"Aye, best crack on..." He agreed softly as he stood up and looked to the bucket, motioning to it,
"... I'll dump it off the ravine out back." He nodded, as he moved to pull up his chaps and don his cloak.
"I still want to get you something warm... warm Milk and honey, perhaps?" he offered somberly, with a smile as he bound the clasp of his cloak fast about his shoulders, giving it a few tugs to make sure it stayed put.
Doubly making to collect the lavender oil and the like.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 14, 2018 15:06:40 GMT -8
Tilly took a breath and made a conscious effort not to imagine the so-said milk and honey.
"No... no, thank you." She brushed her hair behind her ears and made to recover what little dignity remained after vomiting in a bucket.
She shifted anxiously and gestured to the lavender oil, willing to tend to her scars herself if Lekalis was not.
"I don't think I want to miss a day." She nodded, holding her shirt closed with her other hand and averting her eyes, "...It feels tight."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 14, 2018 15:18:57 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
He stopped suddenly, looking to the oil then to Tilly, his brows risen in surprise. He'd forgotten in light of her illness.
"O-oh! Right, sorry... I'll--" He sighed, some nervousness spilling out of him as he did so. Relaxing again as he moved over and nodded, a calmer look coming about him.
"Aye, I'll get on it, here... Lay back?" He asked kindly, making to move his hands about the sides of her belly yet again, as he'd done before.
"...Is it bad?" He asked a bit worriedly as he carefully caressed the small ridge that marked the end of her ribs...
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 14, 2018 17:18:21 GMT -8
Tilly shrugged listlessly, leaning back on her elbows so that she was still partly propped up.
Her fingers fiddled nervously with a strand of hay.
"No... not yet. It just itches sometimes. But Florence says scars don't stretch. She said she's never really seen anything like I've got. She's worried they'll reopen if they won't stretch with the skin."
The hay bent in half as she pressed the ends inwards, and then discarded it before finding another stick of hay. This one she danced between her fingers as she fretted.
"It never used to bother me, y'know? I started thinking I'd made myself barren. I didn't think it'd matter before."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 14, 2018 17:24:41 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
"Mmm... These are old scars, none too deep here." He assured her somberly, though he worked Tilly's skin between his soft palms with a practiced gentleness all the same. He'd seen a lot of scars, besides the porous tendril that wound over Tilly's torso like a snake, they were far from the worst... He couldn't help but wonder, hope, that she'd put the gambles which bought these scars behind her.
"What's the bother..?" He inquired as he looked up to her for a moment before returning to his idle kneading, his thumbs pressing lightly as he lathered out the oil, turning over to gather some more in his palms wherein he began to spread a more even coat across her still petite core.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 14, 2018 17:49:04 GMT -8
"What if I broke something else just by being here?"
Tilly weaved the straw between her fingers as she watched his hands work across her scarred torso.
Never before had she felt compelled to contemplate the inner damage each of those lines could have caused.
"I've been gutted through so many times it started getting routine, you know? 'Oh, yes, stabbed again; time to waste a couple more weeks in the sanitarium.' And nothing ever came up with Roderick, so I thought I'd gotten barren-- which was all for the best, I thought, considering this sort of place."
She flicked the hay outwards and watched it float to the ground.
"Most ladies don't get scars or run through or the like. What if what I've done ages ago could hurt our child? I could bleed out just by growing the little thing-- and it's happening terribly fast, too!" Her elbows straightened a touch, and for a moment she seemed about to get up and walk or pace. Instead, one hand reached for the
closest panel of the jerkin she wore, and her fingers closed around it.
"I've had to loosen my belt today, and I've been having to tighten the bloody thing for years until now!" With some indignation, she splayed her fingers and displayed them to Lekalis, "And my fingers-- they've all swelled up. I used to have dainty little fingers and..."
Tilly seemed to lose steam as her shoulders slumped.
"I don't think I'm ready for it all. I thought I'd kill things until something killed me, and that it'd be as simple as that."
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Post by Bloodtrailkiller on Apr 14, 2018 17:58:36 GMT -8
/Lekalis/
With due respect, he listened in a much more sobered manner than before; his features placid as he worked, though there was a brief moment of pause and thought at the mention of Roderick. His brows furrowed and he looked up to her curiously, raising a brow as a flush came about his cheeks before he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, perhaps to get a better position to palm over the oils.
He seemed to be coming to a finish though, as his idle caresses became less focused on spreading the oil and more just on holding and massaging Tilly's abdomen, feeling the tightness of skin and flesh and muscle. He could only guess at where she was coming from.
Though, he sighed and smiled as he reached up and tried to give her a reassuring rub along her neck, to ease the muscles there,
"You'll not bleed out from these scars... You'll be quite alright, trust me." He assured her again with a shrug,
"After all, it can't be worse than getting stabbed.", though he wasn't too sure on that matter.
Lekalis chewed on his lips, suddenly dry and his shoulders tense, he glanced off to the door then to Tilly anxiously. His eyes dropped to her belly,
"If you don't think you're ready to bear this child... We may still stop it yet, if you wish?" He offered quietly, though he reached out and held her hand in his, examining her fingers kindly with a kindly smile,
"Your fingers look dainty still, to me." He gave her knuckles a quick kiss as he leant away from her.
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Post by Vanitypirate on Apr 14, 2018 18:06:08 GMT -8
"Florence said she couldn't be sure; it could be just as bad as each one was initially, or just irritating."
The kiss on her knuckles did some good to soothe her worries, though there was still much fret in the way her shoulders tensed and the fingers squirmed idly in his lavender-oiled hand.
It smelled good, at least.
The words puzzled Tilly, though,
"'Stop it'...? How?"
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