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Post by Greenie on Feb 12, 2008 21:28:48 GMT -5
Slow shudders wracked through the small frame of an owl sitting in the far corner of Aderlass's bedroom, and though he appeared not to be breathing otherwise, his chest was managing to rise and fall faintly. Pascha despised his condition. He loathed not knowing what he'd done for the past four hours--and it was four exactly, he'd just checked--and while his presence in the bedroom was comforting, it didn't mean he'd been there the entire time. He was known to wander when he was.. out of himself, per se. The owl hoped he hadn't scared any more of the servants into abruptly leaving, or worse, hurt some poor passerby that had been unlucky enough to be in the same hallway. It had happened before. It could, and most likely would, happen again if he wasn't monitored while under. It was just unfortunate timing, that Aderlass was off on business and had left him somewhere on his own. It disheartened the bird that he couldn't even remember where he'd been before the spell, but there was simply nothing to be done until Aderlass returned from wherever he'd gone.. that, too, he could not remember. Four hours. It had been a long one. Sitting at the forefront of his thoughts was the need to remember what had set him off--but it was no surprise that it had long receded from memory as well. Nothing in Aderlass's bedroom would have, the Queen had made sure of that, so he must have been out of the suite.. Completely frustrated Pascha managed to flip himself over so his beak was pressing into the carpetting. Lamps were far too depressing to look at. |
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 12, 2008 22:36:52 GMT -5
The red mouse drifted down the hall heading towards his Queen suite. It had been yet another long day filled with interviews and paperwork and he was glad it was over. Same old, same old he chanted to himself as he rubbed one of his shoulders in attempt to loosen some of the tenseness that had built up during the day. Besides the fatigue and soreness though, all considering it had been a very good day. His headaches had stayed to a bearable pain and he had not really suffered any dizzy spells in front of King Anoushka. He was pretty sure that she had not suspected anything to be wrong with him . . . yet. He was going to have to be a little more careful, however, since he could not afford her to find out about his ‘delicate situation’. After entering his suite he called out in greeting, “Pascha, I am back” When he did not immediately spot the owl, however, he became concerned. “Pascha?” He called out again his gaze going around the room for anything that was out of place. Might the owl have suffered from another of his episodes and wondered out of the room? |
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Post by Greenie on Feb 12, 2008 22:48:08 GMT -5
"Hmmnnph?" Was the vague, incoherent that Pascha gave in response to his name. The bird wasn't asleep but his brain had wandered off to a place where it wasn't being actively used, so it gave off the same effect, and Aderlass had managed to startle him.
He didn't feel that his muscles were up to moving too far, and was feeling remarkably discouraged on top of it, so the owl didn't get up to reveal his presence. Instead he sighed and wiggled his talons a bit experimentally, and when it sent a twinging feeling up his leg, he stopped immediately.
No use tiring himself out, afterall.
After a moment of nothing his concious began to get at him, and so he made a few more vague noises before saying, "Over by the bed.." No doubt Aderlass was going to be worried about him (and granted, lying facedown on the floor wasn't exactly a promising position) but Pascha really didn't feel like being cooed over when he wanted to kick something. Hopefully the mouse would get distracted before he got too paternal..
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 12, 2008 23:04:24 GMT -5
Hearing the owl’s response to his name being called out he swiftly made his way over to the bed. Seeing the bird lying on his stomach did nothing good for the mouse’s nerves and he quickly kneeled down by his side. “Are you alright?” He asked, his concern for the owl obvious in his voice.
It was a strange place for the lad to have fallen, and he obviously had not fallen off the bed. The fact that the owl had gone through another episode passed through his mind.
Quickly looking around the room he tried to spy anything that was known to set the owl off. After having learned of the owl’s episodes soon after receiving him that first day when he was a King he had made sure that nothing that occupied their rooms to set him off. Maybe the servants had done something by accident again? Chances were slim that he would find out now, so no use worrying about it.
Turning back to face the owl he gently soothed the feather on the back of his head. He knew from experience that after he came back from a Spell that he was left weak. “Is anything injured?” He asked. He knew the owl hated to be babied but right now the lad could just deal with it.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 12, 2008 23:11:47 GMT -5
As predicted, Aderlass began worrying. "Fine," he responded shortly. Pascha disliked the question in general, but also didn't want to stretch the ability of his lungs just yet, as it took them a good five minutes before they worked properly again.
It would be a good way to kill him, if someone ever wanted to asassinate him. (Why he thought of that now..)
Pascha sighed but immediately took a deep breath in order to abruptly flip himself back over. It left him breathing labored but freer, with his face facing upwards, and it made his protesting muscles go limp. Damned this weakness! He stared blankly up at the Queen's form as the mouse looked around, presumably for what set him off, though he wouldn't find anything.
Was anything injured? Pascha hadn't bothered to mentally take in what hurt the worst, was a stupid idea on his part. His wing was sore, but not overly so, and he had his general lethargy, but otherwise he seemed fine.. "No. Need.. a minute."
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 12, 2008 23:27:50 GMT -5
“As long as you are alright.” He said with a nod, relaxing enough to sit back against his heels. He moved his hand to the owl’s shoulder closer to him, rubbing it gently to help soothe him, though he was not sure if it was the owl or himself he was trying to calm.
It had been a while since the owl’s last episode, at least of what he knew. When he had first met the lad he had had them pretty much daily and now it seemed like they were more close to one per week. He took it as a good sign that they were getting farther and farther in-between. Maybe there would even be a time when the owl no longer had to suffer them at all.
When the owl had finally managed to flip himself over he waited a small while before asking out of concern and curiosity, “How long was this one?” He knew that the owl was left breathless and he did not want to overstrain the lad. He noted however that the younger male’s body had begun to visibly relax.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 13, 2008 21:56:46 GMT -5
Pascha prevented a sigh from escaping and tolerated essentially being petted. He had no aversion to touch or affection usually, but in certain situations (like his current one) it tended to bother him. Aderlass, however, seemed more anxious about the whole ordeal than Pascha felt--and Pascha was certainly upset--so he let the mouse stew over it.
When Aderlass asked for the length, the owl couldn't help but cringe. It was bad. It was really bad. He hestitated, then said, "Four.." and dropped off, leaving the 'hours' to be presumed.
Usually 'Cha's spells lasted no more than an hour, with the length of them indicating just how bad it was. If he'd spent four hours under, the chances of him having hurt someone were three times higher than merely an hour--and that made him afraid to get up, let alone go walk around the Court.
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 13, 2008 22:49:24 GMT -5
He felt and saw the owl flinch at his question and knew he was not going to like the answer. And indeed, it was an answer that he did not. What in the world could have set the lad off this badly?
“Four? . . . Oh dear.” That answer had the mouse more then worried over the owl as well as anyone he might have stumbled upon during his Spell. Four hours was indeed not a good thing.
His mind wandered over the news. No one had reported anything to him or Anoushka so he did not think that anything too serious had happened. He would have to ask around, but that would have to wait till the marrow. Right now it was important to the mouse to make sure that Pascha was okay.
“Can you get up yet?” He asked. He wanted to get the lad off the floor and onto something that would be more comfortable then the floor he currently lay on.
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Post by Greenie on Feb 13, 2008 22:57:35 GMT -5
"Yeah.." The owl mumbled under his breath. If only he could remember what started these things, then perhaps they could be prevented, but alas! Pascha knew most of his basic fears and what easily had him losing his grip on sanity, but clearly there was at least one big one he was missing, for him to be gone for four hours.
"Uh.." Pascha frowned, and tested his mucles once more. They were still sore, but much more limber now that a few minutes had passed. "I think so.." His breathing and speach were coming easier too. The owl used a wing to prop himself up and did a little body-hop in order to get himself on his feet. He wibbled a bit, but steadied, and regarded Aderlass somewhat suspiciously.
"How are you feeling?" The owl questioned, trying to divert the attention off of himself. Pascha would feel entirely better within ten minutes, but the pregnant Aderlass had many months to go.. and despite how hilarious that was to 'Cha, Ader really was far more important than he.
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Post by Kasatsu on Feb 13, 2008 23:12:40 GMT -5
He watched as the owl slowly gained his feet, wavering a little unsteady for a moment. From past experience he knew that it would not be much longer before the owl was back to his normal self, so the mouse did not worry too much about the lad’s seeming to be unstable on his feet.
At the male’s question he narrowed his eyes. “You are deriving great pleasure from this, are you not?” He asked irritation in his voice though the lad would know that it was only half meant. The only people who currently knew about his ‘delicate condition’ were those of Whip and Pascha here. And he had every expectation to keep it that way.
“I am glad that at least someone finds humor in this, since I most certainly do not. And if you must know today was a good one, though this constant headache is starting to drive me as mad as the Hatter.” He replied.
He was not sure he would ever admit it aloud to anyone, but he was really thankful for the day that the owl had decided to be his Page. His presence lifted a weight off of his shoulders, that at the end of the day he had someone he could spend time with who he did not have to hide or worry around.
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