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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 14, 2016 19:25:27 GMT
"You should rest, Iberia."
Her expression relaxes at the word and she lays back, releasing his hand. Though she hisses as she lays on her back wrong, and she tries her side, but nighter work because of her wounds. So instead, she turns and lays on her stomach, letting out a long breath of air before her eyes start to close, quilt just below her shoulderblades. "Rest sounds good," she murmurs. "Tomorrow I need to wash my shirt, lest I ruin another one of yours."
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Post by Avery on Jan 15, 2016 4:01:46 GMT
"Rest sounds good. Tomorrow I need to wash my shirt, lest I ruin another one of yours."
"I can always get another shirt." Caspian murmurs, sighing softly "Is there anything else you need me to do? Do you want me to add wood to the fire?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 15, 2016 4:27:16 GMT
"I can always get another shirt. Is there anything else you need me to do? Do you want me to add wood to the fire?"
She shakes her head gently, eyes closed as she rests her head on her arms. "No," she whispers, drifting a little.
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Post by Avery on Jan 15, 2016 4:52:51 GMT
"No,"
"Very well." Caspian murmurs, taking a step towards the door "Goodnight, Iberia."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 15, 2016 5:06:51 GMT
"Very well. Goodnight, Iberia."
Her eyes crack open to watch him go, caramel eyes hazy. Though they close again as she wars with herself as his warmth leaves with him. "Wait," she murmurs after a heartbeat, hearing his footsteps.
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Post by Avery on Jan 15, 2016 5:17:04 GMT
"Wait,"
Stilling in the doorway, Caspian pauses then slowly returns to her side "What is it?"
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 15, 2016 5:31:45 GMT
"What is it?"
"Will you stay?" her voice wavers just a little, head turning to him. "I don't want to pain Ini more than I have..."
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Post by Avery on Jan 16, 2016 4:53:18 GMT
"Will you stay? I don't want to pain Ini more than I have..."
"I..." Sighing softly, he runs a hand through his hair, sitting on the bed by her after a moment, eyes trained on the wall "I will." he murmurs finally, quiet
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 16, 2016 5:13:41 GMT
"I... I will."
She rolls just a little, placing an arm under her side as she curls beneath the quilt, her hair spread out behind her. "Thank you, blacksmith," she whispers, hand finding the hem of his shirt, more so to know he was really there than anything.
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Post by Avery on Jan 16, 2016 5:26:33 GMT
"Thank you, blacksmith,"
Stilling, Cas's jaw ticks before he exhales slowly, eyes closing for a moment and flashing with discomfort. Opening them back up, he leans down, lips brushing her cheek "It's Caspian." he murmurs, voice tense "Get some sleep, Iberia."
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 16, 2016 5:41:53 GMT
"It's Caspian. Get some sleep, Iberia."
Her expression softens a little as she echoes his name softly, though it isn't long before the blackness swallows her completely. She falls asleep quickly despite the throbs in her wounds and the arm tucked under her side.
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Post by Avery on Jan 16, 2016 16:28:20 GMT
Rising from her side, Caspian debates on whether or not to move her, knowing it'll be hell when her arm falls asleep before she reawakens
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 16, 2016 16:46:07 GMT
Timeskip
Ib still sleeps lightly, though her brow knots just slightly as she shifts her weight again, having been tossing and turning and unable to get comfortable a majority of the night.Laying by the fire with his head on his paws, Iniago studies the flames, mulling over the last few days and the things he regrets doing and saying. |
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Post by Avery on Jan 16, 2016 16:50:09 GMT
Sleeping at the base of the bed on the floor sitting up, Caspian breathes in and out shallowly, face twisted in discomfort as he sleeps, still feeling the aftereffects of being near fires more than once in a day
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Post by X'zayvean on Jan 16, 2016 17:10:48 GMT
After a little while she shifts her weight again, though a quiet hiss escapes as she jars her side wrong after a jolt from her dreams. Her eyes open slowly and she sits up, hand gingerly pressing against the bandage, a majority of her torso wrapped in them.
Iniago gets up and shift back after a moment, stretching. He then begins moving about the cabin quietly, deciding to make the two some food, mainly to occupy himself than anything.
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