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Post by Lucca on Aug 2, 2010 18:47:02 GMT -5
As Iso said that, Aberforth opened his mouth to reply...to dissuade her. It was better to be alone, he planned to say, because you could trust yourself more than you could trust those around you. But before a single word came out, she was suddenly ALL OVER HIM. Or at least, it rather felt like it, for him who barely let anyone get close enough to even put their paw on his shoulder. He made a surprised noise, too low pitched to be a squeak but undignified all the same, not that he cared at the moment. He wanted to pull back, to run, but he was so tired and the warmth coming off the other Card was so pleasant...
Before he knew it, he had opened his mouth and was kissing her, to the best extent a Goat can, clumsily, but with a sort of sloppy urgency. His mind decided to just shut down on him, finally tired of fighting against the tide of haziness, and he didn't think, didn't second and third and forth guess everyone else's actions. There was just the curious warmth, and it built as he continued to lick at the Ferret's fur. She tasted bitter, like medicine and sanitizers, some part of him that could still notice those sorts of things noticed, but somehow it suited her. Somehow he didn't mind.
Somehow, he found himself moving, as if to make space for the Doctor on the cool metal table beside him. The cold almost shocked him back into coherency, and he distantly wondered what exactly was happening and, more importantly, WHY it was.
((;-; ISO IS SO CUTE. THEY ARE SO CUTE BUT DYSFUNCTIONAL. *cough* Soon we might have to...fade to black LOL. XD;; ))
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Post by Callypso on Aug 3, 2010 21:02:58 GMT -5
((I KNOW, RIGHT??!!! Cue walk of shame! hahahahahhaha XD XD XD XD))
Silent tears continuously streamed down Iso's face, the saltiness mixing with fur, tongues and urgent kisses. It was enough, for the moment, to have another body pressed to hers. Her mind, body, spirit- everything hurt - and she clung to the one thing, the only thing that seemed tangible. She hoped, in a detached, befuddled sort of way, that when the moisture stopped leaking from her eyes that the pain would also disappear.
She didn't notice tastes or sounds as much as the quickening of their hearts, dilation of pupils and shortened intake of breaths. Even in a moment such as this, the ferret was unable to dampen her Corvistowne nature. Maybe she was just wired wrong… maybe… maybe… maybe. Then there was the cool sensation of the metal table and sound, sweat, lights, and feeling all harmonized to form a bittersweet cacophony of ecsta-
Somewhere, a clock ticked.
A groan escaped her lips and she shifted. Her head was pounding, stomach lurching. Everything ached as though she had been run over by a carriage. A paw reached out for the bedside table drawer and she jerked involuntarily as paws met frigid surface. Her eyes flew open and immediately clamped shut at the too-bright light all around her. Slowly, she fluttered her eyelids open and closed, attempting to adjust to the florescent glow. Blurred vision eventually focused and Iso slowly took in her surroundings.
She was in the laboratory. It was morning.
The doctor began to shake her head to displace the fuzz in her memory and regretted it immediately, her throbbing skull and tender body screaming in protest. Gingerly, she tested her limbs for functionality, stretching each leg in turn. She froze when her right hind leg connected with soft fur.
Several inches to her right lay Aberforth.
Of it's own accord, her memory paraded past her mind's eye a few thoughts and hazy imagery from the night before. Iso yelped, paws scrabbling against the table to create as much distance between herself and the Tulgey as possible. In her haste to flee, she failed to note how very close to the edge she was and tumbled from the table onto the floor. She clutched her head with both paws and curled into a fetal position.
The silence that stretched only a few seconds afterward was immediately replaced by an unending string of expletives.
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Post by Lucca on Aug 3, 2010 21:53:58 GMT -5
Aberforth was slower to waking than the Ferret, both the toll the drugs had on his body and lingering exhaustion from the night's *ahem* activities keeping him pretty well out...but, he never was a very heavy sleeper, and the heavy thump made by Iso's ungraceful fall to the floor of the lab roused him...even if sluggishly.
He groaned quietly, ears twitching as his body felt the deep desire to just sleep more. He felt like he'd been attacked by a ton of bricks. His head was pounding, his limbs felt heavy, and his mouth tasted just awful, as well as being about as dry as sand in the Hisstor. The fact that he could hear a soft feminine voice, gruff with the early morning, cursing wasn't really helping his head, and he made an odd sort of angry snort.
What...what in the world had HAPPENED last night? His mind was so slow to wake...he felt horribly fuzzy and disoriented, and he ached in odd places. Pinks eyes opened to small slits, letting as little light in as possible, but he still had to grit his teeth against the pain. Recognition hit as he caught a glance of pink, of a dim, sterile basement, became aware of the cool metal under him....
"Dr. Price?" he asked, voice husky, "I don't remem..." But he choked on the words as memory came flooding back in flashes...all of them fuzzy, but still there. The poison. The desperate rush. All the weirdness. The odd need to pour his soul out in the most disgusting way possible to this near stranger he'd somehow convinced himself to trust. And then...the bile rose in the back of his throat and the Goat pushed himself to his hooves, ignoring the pain and protest of his limbs. Shame welled up in him, hot and fiery and foreign, along with horror. How could he have allowed such a thing to happen?
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Post by Callypso on Aug 5, 2010 15:58:08 GMT -5
Iso lay on the floor, cradling her head in her paws. She was sorely tempted to rock back and forth and moan her agony to the world, but that was rather undignified and now, more than ever, did it seem ill-advised to show her feelings. She had already made a fool of herself, in more than one way, and determined that she had better utilize what little dignity she had left. Her stomach lurched again, this time signaling her self-disgust and self-loathing instead of a symptom of opiate abuse. A shiver ran down her back and she swallowed; her throat dry and mouth like cotton.
She took a deep breath to steady herself and mentally stamp out any notions of remorse or that horrible crawling sensation that seemed to envelope her entire body. They were adults. These situations weren’t uncommon. Everything was fine. Everything was fine. Everything was fine.
The toxins seem to have run their course based on preliminary observation, though I had better check your vitals to be certain.
Iso rifled through a nearby drawer for a clean thermometer and stethoscope.
She walked back toward Aberforth and examined him from several inches away, studiously avoiding looking into his eyes. No signs of flushed cheeks, (his current flush was of a different sort) nor discoloration around the mouth… Dr. Aster’s assessment was correct. She looked to his face and addressed his left ear. I can refer you to his office if you fear a resurgence of the poison in your system.
Iso blinked, still focusing anywhere but eye-level toward the Tulgey. In truth, her stoicism was just shy of transparency. She already felt the cracks forming in her resolve to ignore the matter at hand. If it were up to her, she would quickly complete the patient's follow-up and send him on his way. What she wouldn't give to be anywhere than where she currently stood.
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Post by Lucca on Aug 5, 2010 16:22:57 GMT -5
Aberforth's ears pressed backwards against his head. Despite a bit of lingering stiffness and a headache of nasty proportions, he didn't want any more help. He didn't want to admit what had happened. He especially didn't want to be -touched-, especially not by -her-. He just wanted to get out as quickly as possible. Get out, and never return.
It had all been a mistake. Eyes wide, he backed up slightly, slipping off the table and down to the floor, as the doctor advanced. He stood, tense, feeling...disgusting, shamed, violated...the fact that the doctor couldn't meet his eyes only made it worse, in some ways, and his nostrils flared. What if she'd lured him here on purpose? What if all the things she'd said had just been lies? He certainly didn't know, now, why he'd believed a word of it! Hadn't he learned? Hadn't he of all Cards learned to never trust another soul? By the dark, he had been a fool!
He vigorously shook his head, uncaring of the flash of pain, as Iso suggested going to her stupid friend. He wasn't going to give either of them the satisfaction. All he wanted was to get home, and wash himself thoroughly (he shuddered) and completely forget that any of this had ever happened.
"I'm fine," the Goat said, voice icier than ever before. He gave her a look, stern, cold, void of the swirling, wild emotions rising up like bile in the back of his throat. He started to back towards the stairs, not taking his eyes off the Ferret. "Thank you for the help. I shall take my leave now, Dr. Price."
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Post by Callypso on Aug 5, 2010 17:37:50 GMT -5
Iso bit the inside of her cheek as she watched her own emotions flash, in rapid succession, across her patient’s horrified face. Her eyes slowly closed and opened again to steady herself as Aberforth scurried away from her and off the table. In the footsteps of abhorrent humiliation and sense of defilement of her body followed a deeper realization of a greater form of sacrilege. Not only had she disregarded her own self-worth (as well as Aberforth’s), she had exceeded all limits of professional propriety. No, it was worse than that. She had neglected doctor-patient privileges and utterly, completely violated her Hippocratic Oath.
Hot moisture prickled at the corner of her eyes and revulsion slipped down her throat like ice, freezing her to the spot and numbed all other sensations. The doctor might have remained that way, immobile, shaken beyond belief at her own actions had she not glanced up to search the goat's face. She set her jaw as his accusatory glare bored into her. Anger flared in her gut and mingled unpleasantly with the self-repugnance and she finally met his icy stare with a cold, blank one of her own. It was his own carelessness that brought him to her doorstep and now he had the gall to act as if what had transpired between them was an act entirely of her own volition? He dared turn against her when his very life had been in the mercy of her own hands? Was this gratitude deserved after she had saved his life??!
Yes, that would be best.
Her voice was hollow and void of inflection. As far as she was concerned, the next time the Tulgey found himself in dire straits he could very well go fuck himself before stepping hoof over her doorstep. She gingerly placed her instruments on the table, but made no move to escort the man out the door. Her eyes intensely followed his retreat until the white form disappeared at the top of the stairwell.
((One more post each and call it done?))
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Post by Lucca on Aug 5, 2010 18:22:00 GMT -5
Aberforth didn't care what she thought. Why should he? He'd never cared before, and he didn't now. Last night had been a terrible lapse in judgement. He should never have come. No trace of vulnerability showed on his face...if he had any say in the matter, it never would again. The shame was unbearable. If he were taken to drinking, that was now where the goat would go, to some dark bar, but he never allowed himself to fall prey to such dangerous indiscretions. That, after all, would only lead to more mornings like this one.
Upon reaching the stairs, the Goat turned his back, and his oddly echoing hoof beats rang out until the final slam of the front door signified his departure. He fairly ran home, ignoring the stares, pink eyes narrowed and blood pumping hard in his head. A small part of him, to his disgust, felt...bad, that he'd left so suddenly. That he no longer trusted Is-Dr. Price. But Aberforth viciously squashed down that small, hesitant voice. He would never fall for that again. He would never allow himself so close to another.
He would, at all costs, stay away from doctors all together if he could help it.
((sounds good to me. XD))
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Post by Callypso on Aug 5, 2010 19:12:05 GMT -5
Iso continued to watch the stairwell and waited until the house had finished its’ subtle shaking after Aberforth’s forceful departure. As soon as it was quiet, Iso walked briskly across the floor to the other end of the laboratory and promptly relieved her body of its roiling tension via the sink. The ferret continued to release her pain until there was nothing left but her pounding skull to remind her of her pre-dawn transgressions. A shaky paw wiped the bile from her lips and then she dragged herself to a nearby cabinet. She removed a stoppered vial and shook several discs into her outstretched paw and downed them without so much as a second glance.
The ferret crumpled to a heap on the floor immediately afterward.
Curling herself into a fetal position she rocked back and forth as shaking sobs wracked her entire body. Everything was not fine. The one person in this wretched city who had understood had shortly departed. There was nothing for her right now. She found herself overcome with grief, guilt, loathing, despair, anger and a filthiness that, later, no amount of scouring could remove. Iso had betrayed a patient’s trust, had dismissed her own doubt and had been doubted and betrayed in return. It was everything she deserved. It was everything she should have expected.
She lay there sobbing, awaiting absolution from the very same harbinger of disaster that had brought her this pain in the first place – little white discs from a stoppered flask.
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