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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 4, 2023 21:13:59 GMT -5
C'Leena landed gently by the Inn. It was the dead of night, and nobody was outside. C'Leena had Nephele in a bridal carry for the flight, and she put her down with immense amounts of care. Everything in C'Leena ached. Every movement hurt and truthfully, she needed to go sit down and put a shirt on.
Her (now very torn) shirt was so in tatters, that you'd have to grasp at straws to say that she had anything on her top half. The glorified rags were straight up not covering a thing.
"Lets go inside. I brought your shoes and that obsidian rock you found back into the room before I came for you," she said in an exhausted voice. It's not the 'I want to sleep' exhausted, but more physically exhausted. Walking into the Inn, she dismisses her wings1 and resummons her cloak2, using her final dregs of mana along with it. A sense of vertigo washes over her and she stumbles before catching herself. "Fuck, that's what that feels like."
Making their way to the room, the bed is very much unmade, but for the most part it seems normal. On the floor next to the door are Nepheles shoes, and on the desk is the piece of obsidian. C'Leena sits down on the chair by the desk and dismisses the cloak. She takes the decrepit remains of what used to be a rather good shirt and takes stock of everything.
Her torso is cut up pretty badly. Gashes mixed in with smaller cuts and healed over, raw flesh. The wounds over her scarred tissue seemingly weren't at all affected by the healing, only enough to stop the bleeding. She has a number of gashes in her prosthetics, which were shallow but interrupted the sigaldry, causing dead spots in the illusory skin. She sighs and flips the lid open to her medical kit and begins pulling out various items.
Alcohol, bandages, cotton, sutures and a suture needle all come out of the kit as she begins disinfecting her wounds. Mostly going on autopilot for her self-treatment, she speaks to Nephele, not looking away from her work.
"Are you doing okay, dal? Holding up okay?" she asks in a concerned, motherly tone. Truthfully, C'Leena herself wasn't doing particularly well, herself. Her crying into Nepheles shoulder was only the beginning of it. There was a good portion during her fighting that she thought that she'd lose her. No matter how hard she struggled to push that thought away, it never did. She's beyond glad that she didn't lose Nephele; otherwise she'd have no idea what she'd do. Not a train of thought she wants to follow, thats for sure.
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Post by Nephele on May 4, 2023 22:08:30 GMT -5
The flight was an experience, to say the least. Nephele was no stranger to heights, unafraid of climbing as high as she could to see if she could touch the clouds at an early age, but the feeling of soaring through the air was simply incredible. Nephele nearly looked remiss when they saw the silhouette of the Dragon's Spine in the near distance. The cool air helped her immensely, her skin able to breathe after being trapped underground in a (mostly) dormant volcano of all things.
When they walked upstairs, Nephele sat on the bed with a deep sigh. Her face fell; she honestly couldn't believe she'd been kidnapped like that, after all of her years of slipping in and out of regions without much event. Nephele wondered if the so-called 'Scorched Ones' were a one time threat, and hoped they would be dealt with accordingly. If they weren't above stealing children, they were certainly more demented than Nephele had initially thought.
She knew that they weren't preparing for her specifically, but the insane heat, iron bars, and half-dead child felt far too personal to be a funny coincidence. Nephele's leg still bore the scarring scratch in her thigh, the open holes in the sides of her hip not quite helpful in cooling her down this time around. Absently, she ran a her finger across the scratch, the phantom sting making her shiver. She had only been hurt by iron once before, a feeling she thought would erase itself from her memory sooner rather than later (some luck she had).
Then Nephele watched C'Leena, her mind deep in thought as her eyes went round in a trance-like state. She felt bad, in all honesty. Nephele loved gifts, like a particularly airheaded raven. She had never quite received gifts more than she was given things for collateral and/or spite. Still, as a woman who believed that everything was a sign, Nephele felt a bit sad knowing that her first gift given to someone in seven years had resulted in her causing immense worry.
Sensing she was being spoken to, Nephele's brain took a second to catch up to her. "Hm? Oh, I'm alright. I thought the flight was enjoyable. It didn't look like it was fun for you is the only thing." She added on, kicking her feet, the callouses burned into them. "Would you like help? You look exhausted."
Before C'Leena could even respond, Nephele was up and squatting down in front of her. "Let me help you, Cee. It's the least I can do."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 4, 2023 22:45:36 GMT -5
Without fuss, C'Leena handed Nephele a spare bottle of alcohol and cotton, and continued working. It took her a moment to respond, but she eventually did.
"I don't mean the flight, Nephele. I mean everything else. Don't think I haven't noticed the scar on you," C'Leena pauses her work and looks at Nephele. "Nobody comes out of something like that unscathed, physically or otherwise. You haven't been as open as I have - and that's okay, but when it comes to something like this, it's better to voice what's wrong instead of bottling it up."
With Nephele being this close and having C'Leena be completely shirtless instead of simply raising her shirt to get to various cuts and whatnot, it's made blaringly obvious that when C'Leena said she 'put a lot of work into her body', it was an understatement. Even with the scarring, it looks like she'd been working only her core for years. (Which she was.)
She continued to look at Nephele, simply watching her eyes. She loved seeing those shooting stars, and wondered when she'd see the next one. A memory cropped up in the back of her mind. Something she saw on her way out of the town. An idea for tomorrow, however. A faint smile spread across her lips as C'Leena wondered how Nephele would react to it.
She found herself distracted by Nepheles eyes, and shook her head. "Fucken ADHD-addled brain," she murmured with a soft chuckle. "I'm happy you're home safe. Love you, Petal."
She continued disinfecting her wounds, and eventually picked up the suture needle and thread. She threaded the needle and tied a small knot at one end and prepared herself. She knew how to stitch wounds, but she never particularly enjoyed it, be it on herself or others. She shot out a quick breath and began, managing a steeled, neutral expression as she does so. Just because her feeling is dulled where her scarring is, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch.
She'd been finding her ADHD becoming more and more difficult to manage without her medication. Shes honestly surprised she's managed to keep it straight for this long, but it's becoming harder to focus on things with each passing day. C'Leena hopes that it doesn't concern Nephele too much. Not because it's inexplainable, but because Nephele likely wouldn't understand the explanation.
C'Leena continued to suture her wound, pausing every once in a while to move and allow Nephele a better angle at what she was working on. All the while, C'Leena would glance at Nephele with a small smile.
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Post by Nephele on May 4, 2023 23:16:59 GMT -5
Getting caught staring at each other about five minutes into a staring contest seemed to be the norm at this point. There was a barely noticeable tremor in Nephele’s movements as she helped tidy up C’Leena’s wounds, hating how much she was affected.
In all honesty, Nephele still felt that her head was in the clouds, unsure if she had fully processed what had happened. It would probably settle in overnight in the form of a horrific nightmare, which she honestly didn’t mind; the nymph was very used to them by now, even if they caused her to jerk out of bed with her heart hammering against her ribs. She could feel the pain, the filling throb of a headache, even. Still, Nephele couldn’t process it.
“Um…” She started, lamely. Some deeply degrading part of her wished for the ground to swallow her up for starting out so dumbly. Nephele sighed, looking down and fiddling the fluffy cotton with a downcast look. She frowned. “Do you ever… get that itch?”
It’s a stupid, stupid question. Nephele knew where she was going with this thankfully, and sighed as she felt the need to explain herself. “It’s almost like a very strong reminder, I suppose. Like you’ve written a note for yourself to take with you, but you never quite look at it? It just stays with you and you can’t remember where you put it, but you know that as soon as you look for it, you’ll be consumed with finding it?”
It’s hard for Nephele to explain, her fingernails gently grazing the back of her neck as she speaks.
“I apologize if that doesn’t make sense, you’re tired. Ignore what I said.” Nephele dismissed rather abruptly. She went to look for a shirt through C’Leena’s things. “It’s nothing major, just my own personal flaws that I need to get over. I’m so sorry for worrying you.”
Nephele shook her head, pausing in her miniature trek. Oh, she was doing the bad communication thing again. Gods she was an idiot. How irritating.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 5, 2023 1:53:04 GMT -5
"I think I understand what you mean," she said after a few moments of thinking it through, ignoring Nepheles later comment to ignore her. "You don't need to apologize for worrying me. You know I'm always happy to lend an ear if you need it. So, please, if you need it, I'm here." C'Leena has a warm smile on her face, despite the blood that hasn't been cleaned off yet. Somehow, she gets the warmth through the ominous bloodstains.
She finishes the stitches off and cuts the suture. She lets out a slow breath, releasing all the tension from her shoulders. That hurt. Again, she hated doing stitches, but oh well. She takes a cloth and wets it and starts cleaning the blood off her face and body. After, she wrapped her torso with the bandages, unable to heal up the smaller wounds until tomorrow due to her being completely out of mana.
"While I'm not sure I could give you an example," she says, speaking of the previous subject. "I know the feeling. It's an elusive sort of feeling, isn't it? One that you can never quite pin down. I find it wildly irritating." C'Leena stands up gingerly and walks over to Nephele, wrapping her arms around her from behind and resting her head atop Nepheles.
"Here. Sit, chill for a moment. Let me get you a drink. Tea or water? This is non-negotiable, by the way, so don't try weaseling your way out of this. I'm going to cater to you, and you're going to bloody well enjoy it," She says, continuing the motherly tone while planting a kiss atop Nepheles head.
She breaks from the hug shortly after, finding her bra and a shirt and quickly throws them on, being careful of the stitches. She walks to the door and waits for Nepheles answer. She has a hand on her hip and a look in her eye that really do scream 'I'm not taking no for an answer'.
"Plus, I'm tired in a physical sense, not tired for sleep. Frankly, I don't think I could sleep even if I tried. So, what'll it be?"
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Post by Nephele on May 5, 2023 2:59:47 GMT -5
Nephele was fully ready to completely reject C'Leena's offer, ready to protest against being tended to for the nth time. "C'Leena..." She stared at her girlfriend with exasperation, but she couldn't hide the small smile on her face. Huffing, she muttered a soft: "Tea, please."
Nephele knew there was a very slim chance of C'Leena completely understanding her unless she quite literally said something. Oddly, Nephele didn't consider herself a reserved person before she met the doctor. That mostly stemmed from knowing she'd never see the same people twice. Still, C'Leena was vastly different; they had been travelling together for almost a month now, and they were actively learning about each other. There was no reason for her to keep so much from her.
Biting her lip, Nephele watched C'Leena move around the room, fascinated. She was staring like she had the first night they'd met, curious and contemplative as she observed every movement. Nephele loved watching her, learning more about C'Leena just by watching her. Her eyes lingered on the stitches in her skin, and her stomach dropped. She wished she could heal. Nephele wanted to help her more than anything right now.
"Ah, that obsidian stone is yours." Nephele blurted, immediately segueing into less sad thoughts. "I meant to make it into a pendant before...you know." She added awkwardly. She's found that trying to be straightforward with C'Leena has gotten harder as well, though not through lack of trying on either end. Nephele was 100% certain she had abandonment issues, but to put it on another person made her nervous. "Um, do you have any specific fears?"
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 5, 2023 3:20:40 GMT -5
C'Leena smiled and left for a few minutes, heading to get her the tea she requested. She returned with a cup of steaming tea and a smaller cup with sugar and a teaspoon. Setting it down on the table, C'Leena sat down on the bed before Nephele spoke.
"A pendant? You were going to get me a pendant?" She asked, clearly taken aback. She glances at the obsidian still resting on the table before taking it into her hands, looking it over gently. It was truly a beautiful shard. "I.. Huh. You're far too sweet, petal. Why don't we go and get that done tomorrow properly? It can still be a surprise; I won't know about the final product until you give it to me. That sound good?" She sounded happy about it. C'Leena never was a jewelry person, mostly keeping it at rings, but she's not about to say no to a gift, especially from Nephele.
"Fear? A few, actually. Fire, abandonment, an inability to help. Fire is the major one, though - my PTSD demands that it's my number one," she listed off quickly. She rubbed the back of her neck absently. "Why do you ask?"
C'Leena used to think fire was actually quite beautiful in it's own right, and she still does if she views it from a distance. But she hasn't been able to be near it without risking a panic attack since the accident. She's gotten a bit better with it, but she still has a long way to go with getting over the fear.
She's not one to take a fear and simply live with it. She used to be an arachnophobe, but with her living in Australia for her life, and purposeful exposure on her part, she got over it and really doesn't mind their presence, sometimes even finding them pretty in their own right. Huntsmans' will always be ugly sons of bitches, though.
C'Leena reaches down to the floor where a water canteen is sitting. She picks it up and takes a drink. She often wakes up at night, and just likes having some water nearby. There have been more than a few occasions where C'Leena has woken up, and Nephele had been practically using her as a pillow, and she couldn't move without risking waking her. Despite the initial unpleasantness of not being able to move, C'Leena liked waking up to that.
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Post by Nephele on May 5, 2023 16:05:14 GMT -5
Nephele felt marginally better now that she had something to hold and occupy herself with, the tea warming her palms comfortingly. She let herself relax, her shoulders doing a happy little bounce as she took a sip. Nephele loved tea, but she only got to drink it every once in a blue moon.
The woman brightened at the idea of making jewelry together, nearly choking as she gasped in excitement. She laughed to herself, a lighter sound. "I would love to! It's been so long since I've made jewelry with others. It often gets in the way so I don't wear it often, but it's so nice." Nephele divulged, appearing a little happier now that she knew that she knew C'Leena wasn't too remiss.
Upon hearing of C'Leena's fear of fire (she also clocked the term 'PTSD', it sounding familiar even if she didn't know what it meant), Nephele's mood dampened a bit again. She wondered if being in the volcanic mountain was triggering in any way; it was hotter than hell in there. C'Leena had looked terrifying, even if she wasn't on the receiving end of her malice. Nephele didn't want to plummet the vibe though, it seemed they had very similar fears in general.
"I'm not sure. I think I was just wondering," Nephele said, placing her warm palm to her cheek and feeling how fast it cooled down. "I myself have similar fears. I also have biological weaknesses, as you know. The heat makes me weaker, and it dries out my skin and makes me sleepier. I also can't touch anything that has iron for more than a few seconds."
Nephele gestured to the scar on her thigh, shifting carefully so she wouldn't spill her tea. "This scar will most likely never vanish, or it will take a few decades to fade. It's like...how vampires are with the sun." She added, drawing up a quick comparison.
"I say all of this because that situation brought me closer to death than anything ever has." Nephele said, a perplexed look on her face that greatly contrasted to her words. "They put me in a room with a half-dead person, a child, no less. And then they had me weakened on a biological level...I'm surprised I'm conscious. One of my biggest fears, is...ah, it's silly." She scratches behind her ear, still hesitant. She shook her head, taking a gulp of tea. "Promise you won't think less of me."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 5, 2023 17:50:22 GMT -5
C'Leena settled herself on the mattress. She rolls her shoulders slightly, still vaguely feeling the wings behind her back, despite them not being summoned. She leans forward, intent to simply listen. A smile spreads across her face hearing how excited Nephele is about the pendant. She'd be lying if C'Leena said she wasn't excited about it, too.
She nods as Nephele speaks about her weaknesses. Surprisingly enough the iron thing was a familiar concept even before she got chucked here just over a month and a half ago. She's also been having this slight hunch that the language Nephele keeps dipping into is at least a Greek derivative. Strange.
C'Leena absent-mindedly runs her fingers along the grooves marked in her arms. Looking down at them, she dismisses the illusory skin, preferring no skin over some skin. She frowns slightly, hearing about her conditions there.
"There are very few things that would make me think less of you, petal. All of them include managing to find a god and challenging them to a fistfight. So unless you plan on trying to give a god a Haymaker, you'll be fine." She says, trying to lift her spirit, even just a little bit.
Truthfully, the volcano had messed with her pretty badly, and she's still reeling from it. It was partially the reason why she lashed out so easily at the doctor - which she still felt bad about. It was terrifying to her but she couldn't not do it; Nephele was inside, and she needed to get out. Who cares about how C'Leena feels when something like that needs to be done? Her goal is most likely the only thing that kept her from having the mother of all panic attacks during the assault.
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Post by Nephele on May 6, 2023 2:59:36 GMT -5
Nephele had to check C'Leena's expression, tapping absently on the cup holding her tea. She was open and caring, at ease and completely willing to listen to her. Her little comment about fighting a god made Nephele's heart soar. It should have reassured her, being able to look her in the eyes and know that C'Leena was so alright with her sharing. She's probably been waiting for you to say something. It's better to get it out of the way now, before you screw up and she finds out the hard way. That was her mother's taunting voice.
There's a shaky inhale, and then Nephele bows her head: "I'm deathly afraid of killing people. It's less that I'm scared of the mental repercussions, but I'm afraid rather of the possibility of them coming back to take their revenge on me. I know they want to hurt me, rightfully so. But I cannot stand constantly fearing that someone I can't see or speak to is waiting for me to drop my guard and just...bring me down with them."
Despite her uneven tone, there was a sense of morbid serenity to Nephele's admission. She ran a hand down her face, embarrassed. "It's silly, I told you. I'm not trying to be so complicated, I promise. It's just so hard to verbalize and...and leaving me in that room with that kid, and seeing you as you were broke my heart as I realized that I'd have to b-bury you if you didn't--" Nephele groaned, hiding her face in her hands as she tried to articulate herself without well and fully breaking down. "I-I'm sorry. I wish I knew how to say it better. I felt awfully exposed in that situation, and I don't think that I'm processing it properly. But I truthfully love and adore you so much, I shouldn't be struggling to tell you everything."
Nephele fell silent, her arm against C'Leena's. She was cold to the touch, but Nephele was fine with that; actually she preferred it.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 6, 2023 5:07:29 GMT -5
C'Leena was silent for a moment, processing what was said to her. It wasn't anything groundbreaking; rather it was a common thing to be afraid of, even with those specifics. C'Leena never really believed in ghosts and spirits, but with magic now in the mix, it's a possibility.
"Why would I think less of you for that? While I'm not afraid of killing someone, it's something I hate doing since it goes against everything that I am. Want to know something? Your fear is surprisingly common, even back home where we're not even sure if ghosts 'n shit even exist," She says, wrapping an arm around Nepheles shoulders, holding her close.
"It may sound cheesy, but I'm saying it anyway. I'm more than happy to protect you from all that crap. Any ghost that wants to fuck with you is also gonna fuck with me. Ghost or not, I'm throwing hands," she jokes with a light chuckle following after.
"And look, nobody is burying anybody for a good long while; not until we're ready to move on. Babe, medically speaking, I know how to bring someone from death without magic. If you think I can't figure that shit out with magic, you've lost the plot."
She pauses, formulating her words before she says them. "And it's okay if you struggle to tell me things. You've been dealing with your own issues far longer than I have mine, and you haven't spoken about them to anybody, right? It makes sense that you're afraid of talking about them. Don't set myself as your standard, okay? I might've told you a lot about myself, but that doesn't mean you have to do the same.
"We can operate on your pace with this. You've already told me a lot, and I'm proud of you for doing so. Don't worry about spilling everything, mkay?"
"And about the whole killing thing, we can work around it. I've done the killing, and I'd be more than happy to stop doing it. Truthfully, I think it would be better for us both if I stopped. That sound good?"
C'Leena smiles widely, remembering a particular detail in what Nephele said. "I love you, too. I'll count that one, if you don't mind," she said with a chuckle and a kiss.
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Post by Nephele on May 6, 2023 17:50:30 GMT -5
Nephele was happy that C'Leena hadn't seemed to be to vexed by her fear, and she had honestly expected as much. She listened, humming in response to being told her fear was common. She wasn't entirely sure if her fear was stronger as some others, but the obsessive nag to make sure she buried and hid every sign of her killing wasn't exactly fun.
"Because the first and last time I killed someone without sending them off properly, she started me in my haunting my sleep." Nephele sighed in pure guilt, leaning her head on C'Leena's shoulder and shutting her eyes. "I think I just don't want you to think that I'm childish. Callythia was dying of heartbreak, or that's what she told me on her deathbed. I mean...getting cursed to never have peace of mind by your own mother before she died in your arms isn't exactly nice." It was uncertain if Nephele was being dramatic or not, as her eyes were closed as she said it and she said it with a mostly blank face.
And then Nephele was flustered, almost thinking that she had said the "I love you" part in her head. She half-heartedly slapped C'Leena's arm, preemptively flinching at the pain that never came to her wrist. Right, she'd been healed, how had she forgotten that?
Despite her clear embarrassment, Nephele was smiling, kissing her girlfriend on the nose, cheeks and mouth for a few seconds longer than she expected she would. "Hush. You're so smart, you're beautiful, you're adorable...how couldn't I love you? And you're so strong, C'Leena. You're so strong and it stresses me the hell out. When I saw you, bleeding out I just panicked. I don't even use magic but...oh, I don't know." Nephele sighed, cupping C'Leena's face in her hands in pure exasperation. She was looking at her like she was a puzzle, unable to figure out how to solve her. And then she laughed through her nose, shaking her head. "I guess I just can't make sense of you...and that is so odd and wonderful to me. Or perhaps I'm losing my mind."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 6, 2023 20:21:29 GMT -5
As Nephele speaks, the sun begins rising over the horizon. Sunlight pours through the window, filling the room inch by inch, however C'Leena makes no note of it, simply looking at Nephele as she has her face cupped by incredibly icy hands. One of C'Leenas own hands goes up and holds the back of one of Nepheles as C'Leena smiles.
"Honestly? I don't think I've been complimented that much in.. years. Keep talking like that, I'm gonna start thinking you like me or something," she says with a chuckle. Finally noticing the sunlight pouring in, she chuckled again before looking back to Nephele.
"Should I be taking that as a compliment, by the way?" she asks, referencing Nepheles inability to puzzle C'Leena out. Despite the question, C'Leena has a smile on her face. "Y'know what? I'm taking it as a compliment. Let me be your little puzzle."
"Also, I'm not strong. I mean-" She mock-flexes her arm. Since the illusory skin isn't covering the prosthetic, nothing special happens. "If you consider not having muscles strong, then sure." She laughs, returning her hand to Nepheles. "Adorable and beautiful I'm just going to outright protest. Have you been listening to yourself? I'm an aussie chick, theres no such thing as adorable with aussies, and you got beautiful claimed already. However I do want to do something for you today, but that can wait until we finish up with that pendant, yeah?"
Despite the events of the last couple of hours, she's incredibly happy. Having Nephele safe and sound with her again solves many of her worries. Hearing those 3 words, despite her knowing, makes her heart swell. She wants to be nowhere else and simply wants to just hold onto Nephele and never let go.
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Post by Nephele on May 6, 2023 22:21:59 GMT -5
Nephele snorted, a sound she clearly hadn't expected to make as she covered her mouth and nose with a mirthful laugh at C'Leena's teasing jest. It wasn't even that funny, but she supposed she was just that gone for her. "Whatever gave you that idea..."
"And you are strong. I mean, you flew me from the desert to here. Mechanical arms or not, you were exhausted and still had the mental strength to get us here. That's stronger than anyone I've ever met." Nephele paused to poke C'Leena's nose, gentle and making a squeak noise in the back of her throat as she did. She was apparently back to poking. "And I think your accent is absolutely beautiful and so are you. I love listening to you speak. That is non-negotiable."
With a final peck to her nose, Nephele stood up, brushing herself off. "Now, let's get moving. My legs are absolutely killing me, I need to stretch. We can do things outside. You sure you're ready to go? I know you barely healed your wounds."
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on May 7, 2023 1:12:13 GMT -5
C'Leena could only raise her eyebrows upon hearing her opinion on C'Leenas accent. That was a new one. An Australian accent is many things, beautiful is not one of them. That is reserved for the French, or when you want to appease an angry Russian.
However, C'Leena knew when to concede a point, and this was one of those times. C'Leena was feeling better, though. Her mind was still too chocka with recent events to sleep, so she was wide awake. Her wounds hurt a bit, but it was moments like these that she was thankful for the nerve damage - as weird as that sounds.
She takes the pokes and kisses like an absolute champ and stood up with her. "C'mon. Here, hold onto this for me, and lets get going. Anything you want to do first or we going straight to business?" She says, handing the obsidian to Nephele. The entire time C'Leena and Nephele were having their interaction, C'Leena had been holding onto it with an obviously light grip, afraid to break it. There were a few times where she glanced down at the volcanic glass, simply to ensure it was still solid and there.
There was a lot C'Leena wanted to say but didn't have the words for. She felt a unique comfort and - ironically enough - warmth when she's with Nephele. Like there really wasn't any way for her to say something wrong. C'Leena is still surprised with how loving Nephele is. It was strange to be loved so.. unconditionally.
C'Leena, as she's going through these thoughts, lightly furrows her brow before shaking her head, smiling and kissing Nephele on the forehead. "You're too sweet to me, petal."
She provides no elaboration as she leads them out of the room, and onto what the day has to offer.
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