vatheon | 16 - Knight Lancer S

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16 - Knight Lancer S

Who: Duke, Zelda's household, and Angelina
When: The 3rd
Where: Random Alley, Angelina's House, then Zelda's house.
What: Duke was a kidnap victim! Time to get found.
Status: Closed.

[ Duke wasn't sure where he was, but that really, really didn't matter that much. They were still around, somewhere, waiting. They weren't happy that he remained silent, but Duke didn't care. He refused to make noise louder than the pained notes that made it through his breathing. He won't be bait. He wouldn't let them use him to lure his friends close, he wouldn't...

Even if everything felt like nothing would work, and breathing was a bit of a chore, he wouldn't make a sound. Even if it meant the fires turned to dull, cold aches because there was nothing left to burn.

Of course, the glow leaking off of him would probably attract people, nevermind that he looked different than he normally did. ]

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[ Duke's silent for a while, before he tugs himself a bit more into his blankets. ]

... Too many people. Would have wanted ...

What would you have wanted?

[Even as he continues to draw away, she only presses closer. It was something about looking at her face that set him off, so once she reaches his head she simply holds it to her chest like she did in his nightmare, hoping she can make whatever illusion he's seeing fade away in a similar manner.]

Space. Would have wanted that...

[ Oh. That's .... nice. Duke will slowly curl about Zelda instead.

And it will be a while before he talks again. ]

Ones.. who... killed friend. Them. Them again...

In Vatheon...?

[Now that he's coming to her willingly, she rearranges his blanket cocoon to include her, trying to ignore the sleeves of her nightgown slipping down as they are wont to do. Zelda rests her hands in his hair, stroking soothingly.]

I see them...

[ But he's getting drowsy, and something is nudging him but he really is tired and it really is nice when Zelda plays with his hair - much nicer than when Zelos had washed .. Zelos' body's hair? - and he is going to slowly start giving in to sleep. ]

[Right here in the hallway. There's just no helping it, is there? She doesn't want to set him off again. Snuggling down into the blankets, she continues to hold him close and run her hands through his hair, letting his head rest on her chest in such a way that he can easily hear her heartbeat.

How many hours will they be able to stay this way before someone stumbles over them? She's not sure, but she thinks Duke needs as much rest as he can get. She'll just hope for the best.]

[ Well, Duke's going to fall asleep.

And it doesn't take that long for for him to whimper and twitch about in his sleep. ]

[She doesn't have her harp on hand, but hopefully she can soothe him regardless and ward off his nightmares, just as Impa always did for her.]

Sleep my child,
Go to sleep my child,
Dream sweet dreams of olden times.
Dream my child,
Sweet dreams my child,
Rest your weary mind.
Waltz under moonlit trees,
Sail all the wondrous seas,
Give into all your dreams
And sleep.
Sleep my child
Go to sleep my child
Have no fear
I'm here by your side
Dream my child
Sweet dreams my child
The sun has said goodnight
Drift through the open sky
Wings spread and spirits high
Wave as the clouds go by
And Sleep
Sleep my child
Sleep my child
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep

[ Well, he doesn't seem to be on the way to thrashing, but Duke still seems vaguely uneasy as he sleeps.

But still sleeping. ]

[She stays curled about him until early morning. At that point, it's rather time for her to use the restroom and she very, very carefully untangles herself from Duke and tries to tiptoe away.]

[ Duke remains soundly asleep...

... for a little bit after her leaving he starts getting a bit restless. ]

[It takes awhile, but talking with someone who doesn't need her calms Zelda down considerably. After about half an hour, she sneaks back upstairs to find Duke again. He seems to have changed back into his usual self, thank goodness.

Except she's quite certain she smells fresh blood.

Trying to rein in the horrible sinking feeling that something is wrong (and that she shouldn't have been so selfish, she should have just STAYED up here), she sits back down on the bed, putting a hand on his shoulder anxiously.]

Duke?

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[ Duke trembles a little, and curls more tightly up into a ball. It seems like all the wounds he'd had while he was funny colored have gotten worse, maybe a little deeper, maybe a little wider - and there's some ones that hadn't been there before.

Whatever transformation he had undergone, it looks like it failed to heal him. ]

[He feels more stable. Not stable enough for her to heal him completely perhaps, but to the extent that she can heal the most dangerous wounds. Zelda closes her eyes, wrapping her magic around Duke and directing it to tend to the worst of the damage. She's usually not quite so tactile with her healing, but she's noticed that having someone's mana around you feels rather like a warm, tingly hug. If you're familiar with the person, that can be quite comforting.]

[ The warm, tingly hug seems to be a good and bad thing. Duke starts waking up, but can't seem to decide whether he finds it comforting - he has gotten to like being somewhat physically close with Zelda - or something to inspire panic - she shouldn't be here, he should keep her safe by going away-

The pop of his shoulder starting to fix itself gets a short noise of pain and he's going to remain still again. Staying here seems like a much better idea now. ]

[She stops before overstimulating his body, relieved that the smell of fresh blood is fading away somewhat.]

Where does it hurt? I was not entirely sure how to care for you when you were transformed like that... can you move? Let's get you in bed.

[ Duke blinks at the floor, rather intently not looking anywhere else. He seems to be doing a short mental check, given the slight shifting. ]

... Everywhere.. [ But he starts slowly shifting, keeping his blanket to him, possibly because it looks like he might be in dire need of some patched on his normal red clothing.

But he's stiffly on his feet, once again using that somewhat shrunk don't-notice-me sort of standing people do when they feel a bit ... broken. ]

Mostly.... [ And a winced shrug to indicate his poor right shoulder area. ]

[At this point his clothing will probably just need to be replaced entirely. She ushers him to the bed, noting his posture. Like a wounded animal. Once he's settled she gently tries to get him to let go of the blanket enough that she can look at his shoulder.]

May I see?

[ Duke really just wants to curl back up again, but after some silence and bed-studying, he loosens his grip on the blanket and... kinda just lays there in a vaguely defeated, do-what-you-want sort of way.

And from the remains of vivid bruising, it looks like his shoulder, collerbone, and some of the ribs lower had probably been broken. ]

[The breakage at least has been handled now, but he's still bruised all over. Zelda carefully takes off the bandages Angelina put on the night before as well as his shirt, then gets up and pokes around the room until she locates the topical anesthetic cream.]

You're still unstable so I don't believe I should heal the rest of it just yet, but this cream should help numb it a bit. It may be a little cool at first.

[She tries to warm it in her hands at least. She should really get some gloves, but she's afraid if she left he might try to follow. Numbed hands are something she can deal with. Settling next to him again, she applies it to the areas with the darkest bruising.]

[ that would be an accurate fear - and maybe as she spends more time right up next to him - and not humming and singing to keep him calm - she may figure out that part of his 'unstable' problem may be from whatever lingering drugs in his system, but on the magic side?

He's not passively holding onto any. What feels like it should be 'his' magic is mostly just an uncontrolled 'mist' in the vague area where he is, nothing like his usual controlled spiral with a core of it held.

But here is a slightly shuddering breath of 'yep, cold', and some vaguely helpful arm-moving so she can do what she needs to. ]

[She waits for it to dry slightly before pulling her comforter up over him. It doesn't really matter to her if it gets bloody, she can just replace it. Everything is free, after all. She'll have to get up eventually to get him something to eat (whether he likes it or not, he needs it to recover), but for now she just rearranges herself so that his head is in her lap. It had always been a comfort to her to lay her head in Impa's lap, so he might feel similarly.

That and it's much easier to keep an eye on him this way.]

Does that hurt a little less?

[ Duke blinks a few times as he ends up settled with his head in Zelda's lap. His somewhat tense lay doesn't last too long - but that may be because he rolls over to face away after a moment. ]

Yes.

Good. Tell me when you think you can eat a little something, all right? You'll need the energy to recover.

[She seems fairly content to just stay where she is. Zelda doesn't have the energy herself to keep running about the house and tending to everything. Staying still so that Duke will stay still seems like a good plan for the next short while.]

[ This is a slightly dismissive noise on the thought of eating anything. Food is not high on his priorities list.

Duke is just going to curl into a ball, still partially on Zelda's lap, and stay there. ]

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also like four comments up I said bed, I meant hall I am dumb.

I noticed 8D

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