1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-10-04 21:37:13
"Help me, Ques. I cant do this on my own. Even if I would rather it be that way." He groaned out, the tears still flowing freely from his eyes. "I'm gonna kill him." He said, frowning. He thought about Oleander, about his smug face as his brother stabbed Fable in the back. He expected nothing less, but it still hurt because they shared half of the same blood. He's going to pay... I'm going to make him pay. Well, at least he looks.. really good with a scar. He groaned internally and pushed that thought away, it was not the time. |
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Posted 2022-10-04 21:53:01
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He wasn't going to cry, he REFUSED to cry. "Shh, it's alright, everything is under control," he said calmly. Nothing was under control, oh gods, please don't die. He looked over to Cerise, who looked worried. "I need the bandages and those numbing herbs, please," he said, before turning back to Fable. "Am I bleeding again?" he said, and Quesnel winced. No doubt he was. He removed the blanket, and sure enough, it was sticky with blood. He felt himself get woozy, but he gritted his teeth. "It's alright, Quesnel, it's just like back home," he said shakily, reaching into his knapsack to pull out his needle and thread. "This is just like when that bobcat got caught in the beartrap, it's fine." He closed his eyes again, attempting to steady his breath. "Help me, Ques. I can't do this on my own. Even if I would rather it be that way," Fable groaned. Quesnel winced. "It's alright, Fable, I'm going to fix it," he said, opening his eyes again. Cerise let out a huff, pushing the herbs and a roll of bandages to him. Quesnel paused for a moment, glancing at Fable's twisted face. "Do you want me to give you the sleeping herbs again?" he said softly. "Or, maybe I could just numb the area around the wound?" He bit his lip again. "You aren't squeamish about needles, right?" |
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Posted 2022-10-04 22:03:42
"I'd rather have the numbing stuff." He said, watching the man fiddle with his herbs and other things. "I would say I'm not squeamish about them, but I've never had someone stick one inside of me before.. unless you count that sword." He joked, laughing slightly before it devolved into coughing again. He almost choked on the blood in his throat before he was able to regulate it. "I'll be fine. It's not too bad. It's just a spell spear you're fine.." he whispered over and over again to himself. |
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Posted 2022-10-04 22:23:49
He dumped a couple of the herbs into the mortar and began grinding it up. He glanced up at Fable. "This is gonna seem gross, but I need to use my spit in order to make the paste," he said. "I'm not asking for your permission, this is the way I've been taught, I'm just letting you know." He spat into the bowl, and resumed mixing it up until it was a frothy paste. "Good, that's done," he said, before looking at the bleeding wound. Taking the spare blanket, he ripped a chunk off and wrapped it around his hand, before slipping it off and placing it gently onto Fable's side. "Now," he said, looking sternly at Fable. "This is going to hurt, but I need to apply pressure to stop the bleeding. I need you to take a deep breath and not let it out until I say, okay?" He sat for a moment, thinking. "I realize I've learned a lot about you these past couple of days, but you hardly know anything about me. If you'd like, I could tell you some things about me to distract you?" He smiled, scar rippling. Stay calm. |
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Posted 2022-10-05 07:33:44
He nodded slightly when Ques told him that, "okay.." He took a deep breath and held it, eyes shutting so he could concentrate on his lungs. I can do this.. it's not that bad. He thought, clenching his teeth and waiting for the pain to come. He opened his eyes when he was asked that, letting his breath out for a moment. "I... I would like that." He frowned at the scar again but didnt comment. Okay.. breathing. He held his breath once more, eyes falling shut. |
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Posted 2022-10-05 08:05:46 (edited)
"Durant means enduring. Or firm, I can never remember which. My family has been farmers for generations," he said, pausing again to ponder. "Er, I just turned twenty-five this moon. I didn't really do much." He reached over, peering under the cloth. The bleeding was slowing down. "Alright, I need you to stay very still while I apply this paste, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, he scooped up some of the paste with two of his finger, pulling the cloth away and handing it to Cerise, who took it in her maw. He smoothed the matted and bloodied fur away, carefully smoothing the edges of the wound. Slowly, he made his way around, stopping every so often to get more of his mixture. Finally, the rest of the paste was gone, and the wound was fully covered in the numbing paste. He let out a relieved sigh, leaning back to wipe his forehead. "Can you still feel it?" |
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Posted 2022-10-05 20:50:04
He nodded as Quesnel asked that, clenching his teeth so he didnt make a sound. He felt the wound burn as his friend applied the mixture. Could he call him his friend? Were they close enough? Had they known each other long enough? He'd never had a friend before, he didnt really know the requirements to have one. He took a deep breath, realizing the pain was gone. "It... No. I cant feel it anymore. Wow.." He said, seeming impressed if not amazed. |
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Posted 2022-10-05 21:48:33 (edited)
Jerking his hands back as Fable shrunk to his human form, he gave him a giant, goofy grin, puffing his chest out in pride. "My mother taught me how to make that incredible concoction. I call it the SΓ©phora Salve." As he said his mother's name, he felt and abrupt wave of conflicting emotions crash over him, and he bit the inside of his cheek, trying to steel himself against the current of thoughts. You're not done. Finish the task at hand. Mentally shaking himself off, he placed the mortar and pestle to the side, wiping his hands off on his pants. "Now comes the more difficult part," he said, before exclaiming. "Oh! Um... Would you rather me tell you what I'm doing? Or just let you watch?" He chuckled sheepishly. "I should've asked earlier, but I'll admit, I was a bit anxious, ha!" he said, running the back of his neck. "I know some people would just have me shut up, but others wanna know what's going on, so I just wanted to make sure? Your preference?" As he rambled, he got his needle and thread out again, fiddling with them. He wasn't sure of himself, if it wasn't already obvious. Yes, he knew what he was doing (to an extent), but when it came to actually physically talking to another person with emotions and thoughts, it was difficult for him to choose the right words. Especially when he looks at me like that. He's so distracting... BAH get out of your head!! He frowned slightly, glancing at the stone ground to scold himself internally. He was most likely just experiencing massive blood loss. Still. Even though he had stopped the bleeding. He looked back up at Fable, giving him an expression halfway between a grimace and a grin. "Is your head feeling alright still? No woozy or fuzzy feelings? Can you still feel all your limbs?" Without thinking (why, gods, could he not just have one decent thought?!), he reached over and grabbed Fable's hand, the one closest to Quesnel, and felt the veins on his wrist. He froze as soon as he realized what he did, but he didn't let go. It would be weird if he let go immediately, so he just hummed thoughtfully like he planned this, nodding. How do I make this believable, what do I do- Like an idiot, he put his ear to Fable's wrist. What the hell. Body. Why do you forsake me so. |
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Posted 2022-10-06 09:04:15
"Mm? Oh.. yeah, sure. I think that would be nice, explain to me what you're doing." He answered, chuckling slightly. "I dont want you to shut up, if that's what you think." He said with a half smirk rising on his lips. He didnt know why, but he trusted him to know what he was doing. Plus,Β he didnt really have a choice. If he didnt trust him, he would die. And he didnt particularly want to die. "Well, my visions kind of fuzzy but I think that's just because of the.. whoo.. blood loss." He said, a headache wracking his brain. "Yeah, I can feel all my limbs." He said, reaching up to rub his forehead, arm shaking slightly. His smirk widened slightly as Quesnel felt his veins. "What are you doing?" He asked, letting out a gentle giggle. Oh my gods.. did I just giggle?? That's disgusting. He snorted when the man put his ear to Fable's wrist, clearly pretending he knew what he was doing in that department. "Careful, you might just convince me you know what you're doing." He teased, an eyebrow raised. |
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Posted 2022-10-06 10:55:38 (edited)
"If I'm going to be honest, at first I was just trying to feel your heartbeat," he said, looping the thread around his finger over and over again, before pulling it loose. "And then... Well, I'm not really sure what happened, heh." Quesnel thought for a moment, considering the needle and thread in his hands. He wanted to keep talking, but he still had the wound to stitch up. "Alright, um, I'm gonna start sewing you back up, alright? The salve should dull the pain, but it might feel like a pinch." He moved closer, brandishing the needle and thread, taking a deep breath. This was the most difficult part; it required intense focus, precision, and above all, confidence. If he pricked the wrong area, it could become infected, and worst-case scenario, kill Fable. He'd learned about that the hard way. He felt a stab of guilt for a little fox kit, but he pushed it out of his mind. He couldn't afford to cry; he'd much rather have clear eyes for this process. Cerise, strangely still and quiet up to this point, moved closer, nudging Quesnel's shoulder with her nose. She must have sensed he was uneasy, because this was her way of comforting him. He felt the claws digging into his lungs ease back a bit. He smiled at Cerise, who have him an encouraging lick on the forehead, before looking back at Fable. "You just tell me when you're ready, and I'll start." |
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