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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 3, 2023 15:03:21 GMT -5
C'Leena glances over to the lump under the blankets, only identifiable by the cloud-like hair poking out from underneath the blankets and the cerulean arm lazily whacked against her arm. She is still missing the illusory skin, but cannot be stuffed activating it again, so for the time being, they remain their metallic selves. Casting a quick Telekinesis to close the curtains again, she quickly finds out that casting magic while hungover is a very bad idea, as her headache comes in with a vengeance, trying to escape through her eye. She does still close the blinds, shunting the room into blissful darkness.
Her eyes are still arrested by the wandering floating orb. Currently, it is still floating ominously, but it seems to almost be exploring? A passing thought of wanting to hold it causes it to fly into C'Leenas hand, where a small projection lights up just above it. The orb is about the size of a baseball and is fogged enough to be opaque. Within the projection are the forms of C'Leena and Nephele laying in bed, sound asleep. She gets the feeling that it's almost like a magical camera or something? The fact that it seems to always be recording is a bit concerning, but at least in this world, magic can't be hacked.. Right?
C'Leena is about to say something before remembering Nepheles protests. Instead, she remains quiet with a furrowed brow. She releases the orb, and the projection fades and the orb returns to floating and exploring. The fuck? It's too fucking early for Magic Bullshit, man. C'Leena opts not to worry about anything for a while and gently lays back down. She remains laying down for about 10 minutes until natures call demands that she get up. Sighing to herself, she lightly kisses Nephele on the forehead. "Be back soon." She quietly says, delicately and slowly climbing over Nephele and leaving the room.
She's not gone for too long, and when she returns, she has two cups of water which she places on the desk near the bed. "I need you to sit up, petal. I have water and you bloody well need it." She says gently. Talking hurts, but for her to do her job as the doctor in the family, sometimes she needs to do things that hurt. She picks up Nepheles cup and holds it out to her for when she actually sits up.
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Post by Nephele on Jun 3, 2023 15:55:32 GMT -5
Nephele doesn't move much after C’Leena leaves, though her mind is slowly catching her up with the events of last night. It was a fun night, from what she remembered. Nephele couldn't recall the last time she drank that much, but she did remember there being a moment of reprieve in between before they emptied both bottles. Gods, why did C’Leena let her drink that much?
When C’Leena comes back, Nephele hasn't moved. She's almost about to fall back asleep and sleep through the hangover when she's told to sit up and greet the day, of all the asinine requests. Nephele frowns, just what kind of blasphemy is that? She wasn't getting up for anything, even if the curtain was closed.
Still though, C’Leena was right, as always; she was beyond dehydrated. Her body ached though and she didn't want to move, so she found herself wrestling with her own mind and oh her head was killing her.
Nephele moved just enough so that she could see C’Leena, staring at her with a sleepy glare as the wordl swirled around for a few seconds. With a heavy sigh, the nymph reached out a hand and began languidly maneuvering her fingers, manipulating the water within the cup and struggling a little bit to keep her concentration. With much more effort than she normally would need, Nephele was able to drink the water out of the air, directing it to her mouth and feeling instant relief afterward.1 She too learned that drunken magic was not the best idea however, and she quickly retreated back underneath the blankets. Nephele didn't use magic often, but in this situation she was damn near stuck to the bed and any need for being productive was nonexistent. At least her head was above the sheets and she could see.
Squinting, Nephele is able to make out C’Leena’s face, but also something else. She frowns as what appears to be a very shiny something floating around the room behind her fiance. “What's that?” She has to repeat the question twice, clearing her throat and watching it float around in foggy interest. If it weren't for that, she probably would have buried herself away again.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 3, 2023 16:16:39 GMT -5
Seeing Nephele make the same mistake C'Leena did, she almost feels bad. On the other hand, it was Nephele doing more magic, which will always be fascinating to her. Despite C'Leenas many attempts, the laws behind magic and how it works have been eluding her - which isn't surprising, but annoying all the same. Nepheles glare is responded to with a blown kiss and a smile. C'Leena feels like garbage, which is painfully obvious, but she's still happy to be looking after Nephele.
Then her fiancé asked about the orb. C'Leena turned around and looked at the orb still lazily hovering around. "Uhhm," she starts, scratching her head. "Magic camera?" She says in lieu of an explanation. Sighing, she opts to actually explain it. "I don't know, honestly. I don't remember getting it. Oooh, waitwaitwait." A thought occurred to her, so she beckoned the orb to her hand, to which it very rapidly flew into her palm and threw out the projection again. Furrowing her brow and trying to fight back the imminent headache, she experiments with it for a moment. From a scene of the couple sleeping, the projection fizzles out and reappears with a different scene.
The scene depicts the orb floating around a stranger seemingly unconscious on the bar. The image turns to reveal a drunken C'Leena walk over and simply take it from the air, and then proceed to bind it to her magically. The projection pauses, and C'Leena is just staring at the projection, then down to the orb itself. She releases it, the projection vanishes and the orb begins hovering around C'Leena, just like it was with the stranger. She is silent for a moment with a furrowed brow and pursed lips.
"It appears old habits do, in fact, die hard." She says eventually. It's not something she's particularly proud of, but with her upbringing, she was a pretty decent thief. A lot of her old skill has since crumbled into what one was, but the act of theft has stuck with her in her drunken moments. Her years of sobriety have yet to change that, it seems. The strangeness, combined with what exactly she stole end up making C'Leena chuckle. "Once a Klepto, always a Klepto, I s'pose. But uh, apparently it records things it sees. And I guess has a mind of it's own? I can't control it other than beckoning it to my hand. I should name it 'Greg'. What's a good name for an ominous orb that records everything you do?"
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Post by Nephele on Jun 3, 2023 18:18:25 GMT -5
Nephele watched C’Leena finagling with the weird floating orb, not sure what to think of it. She doesn't even want to know what a “camera” is, but once C’Leena summons it towards her and it starts replaying the events captured from last night, she blinks and in belated astonishment.
Sighing deeply as she realized she probably had to get up now, Nephele slowly maneuvered herself so that she was sitting, mumbling very soft curses in Greek before leaning over to get a good look. She rubbed at her eye with a palm, huffing through her nose as the other eye inspected the orb. “It's a crystal ball.” She identified bluntly. “It's quite lucky you found it... Or rather, lucky that you nicked it. They don't run for cheap.”
Nephele yawned, cracking a tiny smile out of disbelief. “Greg? That is… certainly a name. But whatever makes you happy I suppose.” Nephele poked the crystal ball, her nail tapping brightly against its surface, before she decided to lay back down. She didn't hide back under the covers, so that was a plus, but she looked an absolute mess, her hair tangled and C’Leena’s tank top riding up. She continued to rub her eyes as she tried to will the hangover away.
“A klepto... I must say I've never seen you steal before.” Nephele herself used to steal a lot more in the past, but now she kept to things she found on the road that were dropped or lost. It was better that then getting in trouble with angry farmers again. “Or perhaps you're just that good at it.”
She paused, even frowning causing her immense distress. “Ugh, why didn't you stop me from drinking more? Everything hurts…”
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 3, 2023 19:02:28 GMT -5
At the blunt identification of the orb, C'Leena looked at Nephele with a look. "My dear, I cannot believe you've been keeping your rank of Captain Obvious secret from me!" She says, feigning shock and placing a hand on her chest. She huffs a laugh before sending the orb away. "Should I find the owner? A part of me feels bad. A small part, mind you, but it's still there."
"Well I dunno! It's a wacky orb that records shit! Somebody named Greg would totally do that. Record people, that is." She explains. Frankly, the whole name was a goof, but maybe something could stick. C'Leena sits on the desk, just passively watching the orb hover around. It eventually makes it's way over to Nephele and hovers around her head for a moment before returning to an orbit around C'Leena.
"You've never seen me nick shit cause I haven't since coming to Charon. When I was trying to get money back on earth to get into schooling, I was working since like, 10 doing little crap for whatever money I could. Did that as well as stole. A lot. Wasn't too proud of it, but I had to if I wanted to even dream about getting into med school." C'Leena shrugs. "Then I stopped stealing important stuff. At most, things that would mildly inconvenience people. It seems that little restriction of mine fails to make an appearance when piss drunk."
"And to be fair, you did say you wanted to forget your name. And I do remember you being awfully giggly. It was very cute." C'Leena smiles warmly. "That, and I was also off my face. Neither of us have impulse control when we're sloshed it seems." She chuckles, before holding her head, wincing. "If we do this again, perhaps we have less alcohol. It was a pretty fun night, though. Even if I can't remember 90% of it."
"Anyway, I would get us a panadol or something but.. Actually maybe theres a magic equivalent. Wait, what if.." The sigaldry on her arms glows golden for a moment1, and quickly fades. C'Leena looks hopeful for just a moment, but then looks disappointed. "Dammit. Can't magic my way out of a hangover. Magic is dumb." She says, pouting. "Anyway, you need anything? I'm gonna head down for food since we haven't eaten in.. far too long."
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Post by Nephele on Jun 4, 2023 1:34:25 GMT -5
Nephele blinked, unsure what C’Leena meant. “What? I'm not a…oh.” She started, clocking the look on C’Leena 's face immediately after. She rolled her eyes at the sarcasm, her arm covering her eyes in protest. “Very funny. Next time I'll leave you to figure out weird magic stuff by yourself, since you're so smart.”
Listened to C’Leena talk about her experience with kleptomania, not uncovering her eyes but humming and nodding her head. It was very similar to her own experiences, strangely enough. Then again it wasn't that strange, as she and C’Leena had a lot more in common than they initially thought. With the days that pass, their collective attitudes toward certain things are either complete opposites or uncanny similarity, though not the same. This seemed to be one of those things, stealing things from people in the past and slowly recovering.
“That makes sense,” Nephele said, nodding her head from where she lay down. “I've only been intoxicated a handful of times, none of them ended well and none of it was fun. We should do it again sometime, but bring limited funds so that we're forced to only drink a little bit. I don't remember much but my body does; it aches like the Hells.”
Nephele uncovered her eyes for a brief second just to watch C’Leena try and work her magic to cure a hangover, and judging by her reaction it had failed. She smiled, endeared and lacking the energy to make fun of her, recovering her eyes. “I think I should eat, but I can't say that I'm hungry. Just give me whatever they have down there, just nothing vegetarian, gods forbid I lose my mind this morning.” With that request Nephele yawned, trying to think. “I'm going to try and bring down this headache, you get something too. I'll help you relax once you're back, I have an idea to help.”
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 4, 2023 7:53:20 GMT -5
C'Leena chuckles at Nepheles retaliatory sarcasm. "Awh, thank you, darling," She says, blatantly ignoring the sarcasm portion. C'Leena is very curious on how the crystal ball works, but her research will have to wait until she isn't hungover.
Listening to Nepheles reasonable explanation, she is almost disappointed, but nods nonetheless. "Ughh, you mean we have to be responsible?" She whines. "Yeah fine, fine. Thats fair, I s'pose." Being responsible is not her forte, but she knows when a good point is being made. Hearing Nepheles food request, she slides herself off the desk and walks to the door. "Aight, bet. I'll be back again." She says as she walks back out of the room.
She's gone for a little while, and when she returns, she's holding two plates and has an even worse headache from downstairs. The food appears to be pretty average, albeit with a heavy emphasis on meat and protein. She sets the plate next to Nephele on the bed before returning to sitting on the desk as she starts wolfing down the contents of her own plate.
Practically polishing the plate, she sets it aside and crosses a leg over the other and interlaces her fingers, looking at Nephele. "Now, you said you have an idea?" She starts, a curious glint in her eyes. "What might that be?"
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Post by Nephele on Jun 4, 2023 13:14:15 GMT -5
Nephele waves lazily at C’Leena when she leaves, deciding to sit up again and actually be productive. She doesn't get up to get dressed yet, watching the crystal ball meander around the room for a little bit. She would find it more interesting if she were able to focus she’s sure, but right now it just looked like a glimmering pest floating around the room. It reminded her of the fairies back in the fey realm, except larger and more spherical.
Sighing, Nephele crosses her legs and initiates her idea. Usually when she was hungover she would just sleep through it for a couple of days, but they don't really have that option. Well, they probably did, but Nephele was getting too much sleep and it was frankly freaking her out. Nephele begins to snap her fingers, as if she were trying to light a match. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she breathes ice cold air into her palm, and immediately brings her hands up to the back of her neck and applies cool pressure to the back of her neck.1
There are two pressure points for migraines that Nephele uses, one being the one on the hands and the other being the ones on the hollow areas of the skull between the neck muscles. Considering that C’Leena couldn't feel very much in her hands unless she was meditating or concentrating, she had to test it out.
It was good to know that it was working on her at least. She wasn't exactly sure which nerve endings were damaged in C’Leena’s body due to them being singed, but that was fine by her. She knew other techniques to help her. Keeping that in mind, she dispelled the spell and waited for C’Leena to come back.
When C’Leena returned, Nephele ate at around the same rate as last time. Once she was done she stacked their plates and crawled over to the end of the bed, taking C’Leena 's hands in hers.
“I'm going to try something with acupressure, if that's alright with you.” Nephele's headache hadn't completely dissipated, but that was fine. “I'm not exactly sure how this will work on you, but I'm trying to learn which of your pressure points are still intact.” And so Nephele led C’Leena to the bed, positioned so that Nephele was seated on her knees behind her. She did the same technique as earlier, snapping her fingers and dispelling cool air into her palms, a faint white mist encircling her hands.1
“Tell me if it's too much.” With that quiet request, Nephele maneuvered her hands to where her thumbs found the pressure points on the back of C’Leena 's neck, the other fingers wrapping around her throat loosely. If anyone were to walk in, it would look like Nephele was choking her, but the pressure was only placed on the pressure points by her thumbs.
The temperature of her hands were much colder than they usually were, which was saying something. It wasn't awful, but it quite literally felt like her thumbs were made of ice. Nephele leaned in to rest her cheek against the back of C’Leena’s head, speaking softly. “If I remember correctly, this is the gates of consciousness point. It's supposed to help with migraines and nausea. I've only used it a few times so tell me if you think I’m doing it wrong.”
Nephele continue to apply pressure, pressing for ten seconds at a time before relaxing. “Any better?”
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 4, 2023 17:55:51 GMT -5
C'Leena sits on the bed with Nephele, listening what she has to say. To her, it sounds like an excuse to tickle her but honestly, this might be the only day she doesn't retaliate to something like that. Despite that, she does flinch lightly, not entirely expecting the cold of her hands to be that cold. "Hooh, fucken hell," She says quietly.
Once she gets used to the temperature, she eases into the pressure and takes a deep breath. If it were anybody else putting their hands on her neck, she would've smacked the shit out of them. With Nephele, she's more than comfortable allowing this to happen. One of C'Leenas hands moves behind her and lightly rests on Nepheles thigh as Nephele does her work.
The back of C'Leenas neck isn't something that is very closely observed, so it is only now that something odd makes itself apparent. There is a faint surgical scar across the back of her neck, and the skin color on either side of the scar are ever so slightly off. If it weren't for the scar, the skin would almost blend into each other. Something else is that there is a faint outline of a Rose seemingly just under the skin.
She hums lightly, acknowledging what Nephele was saying about the pressure points. C'Leena isn't well versed in pressure points, as that usually was either used as first aid since a lot of the pressure points have shallow major arteries, or it was used in therapies that C'Leena wasn't involved in. She knew of them simply because of her knowledge of the nervous system. Despite that, Nephele seems to be using the pressure points spot on.
It doesn't take too long for results to begin showing. Her headache slowly ebbs away as C'Leena closes her eyes. It takes perhaps a minute until her headache is gone. "Much better. Jeez, dal'n, you keep this sort of thing up, I might just fall in love with you." She kids before turning her head and leaning back to kiss Nephele. "Thank you. You need the same done for you?" She asks, still leaned back and looking into Nepheles eyes.
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Post by Nephele on Jun 4, 2023 18:47:17 GMT -5
Nephele continues her ministrations carefully, whispering hushed apologies whenever she felt like she was pressing too hard. She was sure that C’Leena would have told her, but she wasn't in her right mind and felt that if she slipped up just a little bit she would end up scratching her on accident. Especially now that she saw that there was a surgical scar, she did her best to avoid it. How many surgeries did C’Leena go through? She was unconscious for it yes, but that didn't mean anything when it hurt her so badly, right? She also took into account the tattoo, most likely an homage to her sister. So much pain resided in her body, but she still lived and breathed and made the most of what she had. Who she had, too.
Suddenly, and Nephele would blame it on her state of mind, the nymph leaned forward and carefully pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, right atop the scar. It was quick, but there, and she continued what she was doing immediately thereafter, pretending nothing happened. She mentally slapped herself for that.
When C’Leena speaks next, Nephele slowly stops her movements, softly rubbing against the pressure points and adamantly avoiding the scar until dropping her hands entirely. Her smile is strained, mostly due to her exhaustion. “Oh whatever will I do if that were to happen. Sounds like a nightmare.” She responded, her face softening. C'Leena's scars were symbols of pain and survival, but she still managed to make them beautiful. There was a story behind every piece of her, from the one on her neck to the automated arms and legs. Nephele ran her fingers through C’Leena's hair when she leaned back, marveling in the softness of her hair. Nephele's face was contorted as she continued to think, still managing to speak steadily despite her mind running amok. “You still need water for the effect to last a little longer, but it eases the headache. I'm glad it worked for you.”
“If you'd like to you can,” she continued, referring to C’Leena’s offer. She was honestly fine with doing it herself, though it would feel awkward and be hard to maneuver. With C’Leena helping her though, she was more than happy to acquiesce.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 4, 2023 20:26:28 GMT -5
C'Leena laughs lightly at their back and forth. Something that Nephele definitely won't understand is that she's a somewhat difficult person to like. She's blunt to a fault, overly sarcastic and incredibly vulgar as Nephele has come to learn. She doesn't know when to quit and puts a new definition on the term 'Scatter-brained' and can easily come off as being a total asshole. Despite all that, Nephele really does love her for who she is and all her imperfections.
Nephele has managed to open her up with no more difficulty than a folded piece of paper. With all her traumas and scars, both physical and mental. Nephele has seen her at her worst in many different ways, be it a complete breakdown or with her covered in blood, both her own and others. Despite all that - despite everything, Nephele said yes to C'Leenas proposal. There is almost a dreamlike-quality to recent events that she's almost scared that she'll wake up in a hospital bed back on earth.
C'Leena doesn't care for the social repercussions of being with Nephele - since there definitely will be at some point. Hearing what sort of reputation the Fey have hurts to hear because Nephele doesn't apply to any of them. Sure, she's done some things that follow that reputation, but Nephele wasn't happy doing it. C'Leena doesn't care for any of it. Nephele is her fiancé for god sakes. If she needs to sock a motherfucker in the mouth cause they're talking shit, then somebody is going to need a damn dentist. At this point, her Hippocratic Oath has become a suggestion when it comes to Nephele. Any other person it'll be a hard rule, but C'Leena will throw down at a moments notice if Nephele needs her to.
Having said that, she wasn't expecting the kiss to the nape. Not knowing why she did that, but knowing what was there, she leans further into Nephele, reaching behind her to hold onto the back of Nepheles head. She knows the tattoo is still visible when under close scrutiny, so she softly starts speaking. "I got that tattoo the moment I turned eighteen. It had to be removed when I had the skin grafts, but people tell me that it's still there to an extent. I assume that's what you're looking at." She pauses, suddenly feeling awfully sentimental.
"I know I say this a lot, but I really do love you, Nephele. I.. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. You've done so, so much for me and I only hope to be able to pay that back one way or another. So thank you, petal. I can't wait to live my life with you."
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Post by Nephele on Jun 4, 2023 21:21:01 GMT -5
Nephele blinked, realizing what C’Leena was referring to. She felt bad for half a second, wanting to apologize for her unfiltered brain acting on impulse, but then she was explaining it and she decided to keep it at bay. She nodded her head after C’Leena stopped talking, sensing a little bit more that she wanted to say.
Hearing those same words again never got old, and it somehow caught Nephele off guard all over again. She smiled dopily, shaking her head and laughing under her breath. How many times would she say this? Gods, she hoped she never stopped.
She takes a moment to respond, taking in what C’Leena said with a look on her face. Two shooting stars, and Nephele staring down at C’Leena with all the love in the world. Her eyelashes fluttered when she gave her fiancee a slow, almost unintentional blink. “And I know I say this a lot.” She started, bringing her hand up to hold C’Leena 's face, “but I love you far, far more than you can ever imagine. It's as you said, you are my soulmate, I will protect you and your heart forever.”
Nephele would blame her migraine, but somehow her actions were becoming more and more unfiltered. It seems that even when she was most vulnerable, there were still layers underneath that she was just now revealing to C’Leena. She leaned in for a kiss, holding her head in place and running a finger along her jaw slowly, before pulling away with a smile, holding C’Leena’s chin.
“Your mind, body, and beautiful soul are plenty payment for me, fos ton matión mou.1 Of that I promise you, okay?”
Nephele leaned in for another kiss, but her brain must have decided that it was enough. What would have been a deeper kiss devolved into a peck to the lips as she hissed in pain, pulling away. She rested her head against C’Leena’s, laughing softly in masked frustration. So the gods really were plotting against them. Maybe C’Leena was right, damn them all.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 4, 2023 22:13:12 GMT -5
It's moments like these that C'Leena craves. Moments where the both of them wear their hearts on their sleeves. C'Leena softly tsk'd at Nephele insisting that C'Leena herself is payment enough. "You flirt. Also, that makes thirteen," She says, smiling as Nephele kisses her. It's only a peck as Nephele winces, so C'Leena uses that as her cue to help Nephele like she helped C'Leena.
"Move. Sit. Let me help you, mkay? Unlike you, I haven't done this before, so feel free to tell me what I need to change, yeah?" C'Leena moves behind Nephele delicately, trying not to jostle her too much on the soft mattress. Settling on her knees, C'Leena moves the absurd amount of hair over Nepheles shoulder so she has access to her nape. Trying to feel where the pressure points are is a task beyond difficult when you can't feel in the first place, so C'Leena is relying almost entirely on her eyes to see where they most likely would be.
Delicately placing her hands where Nephele had them on C'Leena, she lightly places her thumbs over where she is fairly certain the points are. "I can't actually feel where the points are. Is this right?" She asks almost embarrassed? After a minor correction from Nephele, C'Leena softly thanks her and begins applying pressure just like Nephele did. Ten seconds on, then release. "Stop me if this is hurting you, dal." She requests as she continues.
"I never thought I'd actually use pressure points at any point in my life. This is a first." She chuckles to herself. She'll never get used to Nepheles sentimentality. Every time Nephele dips into Greek, an urge to learn the language just to understand what Nephele is saying crops up, but there is a certain charm in not knowing. It might be weird, but C'Leena likes it nonetheless.
She vaguely notices that her arms are still uncovered. The passive question of why she hasn't activated the illusory skin crosses her mind, but she shrugs it off for now. Perhaps she can revisit that later. Right now, Nephele needs help getting rid of her migraine, so that is exactly what Dr. Thomas will bloody do.
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Post by Nephele on Jun 4, 2023 22:53:37 GMT -5
Nephele winked again, then reluctantly released C’Leena, sighing heavily and dramatically at the loss. She began combing her fingers through her hair while C’Leena figured out how to find the pressure points in her neck, humming to herself as her fingers got tangled. She was eternally grateful that C’Leena was so giving, and she closed her eyes when she felt cool metal against her neck.
For the most part C’Leena didn't need that much help, needing some small adjustments here and there but once she had it she had it. She'd never had another person help her like this, and she shivered a bit when her hands first made contact with her skin, but after that she was set.
“Good, stay right there. Thank you, love.” Nephele murmured, her hands planted on the bed beside her. “There is a first for everything. This was the only thing I excelled at when I was staying in the monastery. It was nice, but I was never good at anything else. I knew the bare bones of how to fight, but everything about my style I took and molded from others and taught myself.”
It was odd, Nephele's time at the monastery often felt like a fever dream, considering what happened before and after she left. It was almost insignificant, with how much else she dealt with in day-to-day life. Neither positive or negative, her time in the Crescent Isles were a blend of strange events that she could barely remember.
“I often wonder what would happen if I were to go back. Swarms of angry mobs maybe? Or perhaps my very angry sifu would chase me out of town himself.” That last thought garners a tiny laugh, feeling very relaxed. C’Leena was pretty good for someone who had never used these techniques before. “Either way, it was always a very useful skill. Maybe I should teach you a bit someday. I still need to get you back for knocking me over during your lessons.”
Nephele had always wanted to teach C’Leena a little bit more of what she knew, whether that be working with pressure points, martial arts, or any other plethora of things that she knew. She never realized how much fun it was to talk and to do what she loved with another until she met C’Leena.
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Post by C'Leena Thomas on Jun 4, 2023 23:38:50 GMT -5
C'Leena listened intently as Nephele spoke, humming softly in acknowledgement when necessary. "I don't know much about unarmed combat, but with swordsmanship, a large part of learning a specific style is molding it to fit you, specifically. A good example is me using Replicant and Cloak of 'Shadows'. Obviously, neither of those can be done back on earth but they've quickly become intrinsic to how I fight. Perhaps you haven't lived up to your full potential, but you've still done well." She says, remembering her own fighting style.
"That reminds me, actually. I know a sword dance that works really well with the meditation. I'd be happy to show it to you sometime if you're interested." She found that, if she's meditating without Nephele, that the dance works really well in lieu of someone to keep her grounded. She's not entirely sure what would happen if she would meditate without being properly grounded, but seeing as how quick time flies by, it might not be the best - or healthiest.
She listens further to what Nephele says, nodding and smiling when Nephele laughs, no matter how small. "I'd love to learn. And you know I don't remember much about that day," She says in a kind tone. "But I dunno, if I knocked you over, you probably deserved it." She chuckles. The bits she could remember weren't pleasant, but not to the point that she couldn't joke about it. "Actually, that's a good question: What did I even do?"
C'Leena has always been social. Well, almost always, at least. She's found that there is a distinct difference between being around a friend for a long time and being around a lover for a long time. With a friend, you generally feel like strangling them a week in, but with Nephele? She's loved and loving every single moment with her. Years into the future, she hopes that this almost magical feeling remains while she's around Nephele.
"Hows the headache?" She asks after a few more minutes of ministrations. The best part about having prosthetic limbs is that you can't get hand cramps or muscle fatigue. That means she's more than happy to continue if Nephele wants her to.
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