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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 28, 2007 22:13:49 GMT -5
Tears were spilling down Loreta's cheeks and seeping into her feathers. "Sorry," she gurgled as he helped her up. She had quite a headache, she was drunk, and she had just been scolded by someone who was nice enough to put her up for the night.
She was sad. She wanted to cry. So that's what she did. And she figured he wouldn't approve, and that just made things worse. "So so sorry," she somehow said through all the tears, coughing and gurgling. She choked back the tears as he helped her back on the bed.
"Please forgive me. I'm so sorry," She said through her blood shot eyes. Apparently alcohol made her more emotional than she already was. She never would admit any of this to herself if she were sober. Her heart felt like it was breaking as she stared at the man. Sorry wasn't enough to fix it.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 28, 2007 22:43:21 GMT -5
Alarm and even more concerned thrilled through the stallion as he carefully jostled her back up atop the bed. "Hey now! Wot's this all about?" From the very little the man knew about the woman thus far, this wasn't like her in the least. Though perhaps this was just how she got when she was drunk. Honestly, he thought he liked her better sarcastic. Well, now wasn't the time to worry about it.
"Tears from the tough little chick willing to take on a man twice her size in a drinking match? Wot happened to that little spitfire?" And, more importantly, how could they turn off the waterworks? It unnerved the stallion to see the tears, especially from the mouthy bird. He sat beside her on the bed and used his tail to gently brush away a few of the tears.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 28, 2007 22:51:31 GMT -5
She coughed a bit. The tears were still coming despite her inner protests. She didn't want to cry it was just happening. All the things she was terrified of were bubbling to the surface. In particular her fear of being left alone. "Please don't leave she," she choked as she moved closer to him. "I-I just don't wanna be alone."
Alone. It was terrifying. She was so afraid of it she didn't know how she could say it. Everyone she had ever met in life had left her high and dry. Passer-bys she could usually care less about. They had nothing to do with any of it. This man however had been kind enough to bring her.... wait. Where the hell was she and was she in this man's house? Oh hell. How drunk was she to let this happen. How was she fading in and out of sobriety so quickly?
Her head was pounding. She whimpered. "My head hurts so bad."That's probably why she was crying, but she couldn't make sense of it.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 28, 2007 23:23:08 GMT -5
The stallion wasn't entirely certain wot to make of that at first. She didn't like to be alone? Where in the world had that come from? But she seemed oddly helpless and yet almost willing to bite off his head all at the same time and the mixture of the two qualities was almost endearing despite its oddity.
At the complaint of a headache, however, the stallion finally had a handle on something he could do. "I'm going to get you some water and some medicine, okay, Lore? I'll be right back." Hopefully he could kill two birds with one-- whoops, wrong proverb! He gave her a quick caress of his tail to encourage her before trotting swiftly back into the kitchen to prepare a tray. In a very short time he returned with a tall glass of water and some pills.
"This is about the only medicine I know of that can be mixed with alcohol without a severe likelihood of death," the stallion said easily. "Someone I know back in the Marsh mixes them up for me." He carefully set the tray down on the bed well within range of the bird.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 28, 2007 23:34:30 GMT -5
Loreta shivered when he left, tears filling up her eyes as she let out a weak whimper. He came back quickly though, it was enough to bring a bit of a smile on her face.
The heron struggled a bit to get the pills and water in her mouth properly. She would refuse help even if he offered. After setting the glass down she flopped back on the bed. Her eyes were watering, but the tears had stopped. Her head was still pounding like a thousand horses running on the ground. "I want to take it off," Loreta said weakly. She knew if she took her binding off it would stop the pain. It was bad though.
"But neither of us have hands," she said weakly. She wasn't about to have the horse put his mouth on her vice either. She looked over to him with bleary eyes. "Is this... your only bed?"
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Post by seraaches on Dec 28, 2007 23:57:09 GMT -5
Rai held his tongue, waiting for the heron to take the pills and finish most of the water so he could take the tray and move it onto the equally spartan dresser. He wasn't entirely certain wot to think about her sudden desire to remove her binding; honestly, with a binding like hers, he would have removed it a long time ago. But he also wasn't a Torquehelmian and he also wasn't entirely certain that it wouldn't do more damage now that she'd had it on for so long.
He'd heard of that happening once to a fellow Marshdweller. She'd had a ribbon or something tied on her tail and it'd grown to tight over the years. When she grew up a doctor had tried to remove it and she'd lost her tail in the process.
"Well, let's leave it alone for now, hm?" he suggested easily, trying to keep his disturbance at that memory from showing to the woman. Of course, with her pain and alcohol level, it was unlikely she'd notice that small grimace he'd made. "And yes, as a matter of fact, it is my only bed." He needed a bigger suite.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 29, 2007 0:09:15 GMT -5
"Then I guess I should get off it so you have some place to sleep or something." She said as she remained very much in the same place. She really couldn't move without losing her balance and hitting the floor.
"Don't think I can get up though. I feel awful for taking it from you..." She looked at him. She hadn't noticed a grimace or anything wrong with him for that matter. He just seemed like a normal horse. And he was nice to a sarcastic bitch like her. This was a rare occasion. "If there's anything I can do I'll do it."
Well there was something she wanted to do but she wasn't about to say that out loud. She was drunk but she wasn't stupid when she was drunk. She stared at the man. Why was he so nice to her when she was so miserable? It didn't make sense.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 29, 2007 0:18:05 GMT -5
Rai didn't actually trust the black heron to get herself off the bed and onto the floor anyway, or even off to the couch. He would actually head to the couch himself, but after her last tumble off the bed, he wasn't certain it'd be a good idea to leave her alone. That and he didn't want to have to deal with any more tears EVER. EVER.
"Actually, there is one thing," the stallion said easily. "Share the bed with me." He didn't care for sleeping on the ground unless it was completely unavoidable and this didn't appear to be one of those cases. "I'll grab some extra blankets and you can sleep under the set currently on the bed." That would keep her from being alone, would let him keep a close watch on her, and should prevent any vomiting from occurring on his bed. This seemed to be an excellent course of action.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 29, 2007 0:25:12 GMT -5
"O-okay." Loreta managed as she suddenly felt an overwhelming pain. He left the room though before she could react to it. It was one of her migraines. There was no stopping it.
She half shrieked as she curled up in a ball covering her eyes with her wings. The light in the room was killing her slowly. It didn't matter how dim it was, it made the mind numbing pain worse. If it weren't for the binding she wouldn't be going through this. She knew that even if the binding was taken off she would still probably have to deal with the pain.
"Fuck," she hissed before she she pulled her wings away from her eyes. Mind numbing pain or not she had to try to cover it up. Was the man talking to her she couldn't really tell. If only the medicine he had given her were stronger. Yeah, right, no one had something to help this pain.
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Post by seraaches on Dec 29, 2007 0:56:33 GMT -5
The stallion came back with another set of blankets and immediately cocked his head at the stiff set of the woman's body and the expression evident on her face despite the near desperate attempt to hide her pain. Immediately he drew close, concern lighting his features despite himself. "Lore, wot happened? Are you all right?"
He tossed the blankets almost absently onto the bed beside her. He came close to her side and very gently touched his nose to her soft feathered cheek. She didn't seem feverish, just... severely pained. Sadly, that was a relief; at least there likely wasn't something else wrong. He watched her for a moment before asking, "Is there something else I can do to help you?" It wasn't right that she be in so much pain, but wot else could he do but try to make her more comfortable through it? Mayhaps the alcohol was still affecting him as well.
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