Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 26, 2013 14:33:03 GMT
"I thought you only slept with virgins though?" She questioned, eyebrow raised before shrugging. Exhaling in a somewhat giving up manner, Phe carefully peeled her shirt from the wound and lifted it a little before resting the fabric below her bra in order to keep her decency.
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jul 26, 2013 14:44:48 GMT
"Thank you." he sighed when she finally complied, gently grabbing her hips & pulling her to step closer so he could see her in the better light. "God, this is deep." he frowned a little & patted down his robes, reaching to his inside pocket & pulling out a little roll of clean cloth. "Were you seriously just going to stand around with this thing bleeding out? You're smarter than that." he looked up at her with a little disappointed frown, though his tone was more concerned than condescending.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 26, 2013 14:51:47 GMT
Phe sighed softly as she blinked her eyes closed for a second before reopening them with a soft sigh. "It's merely a scratch." She repeated, which, in comparison to some of the injuries she'd gained it was. "It wasn't this bad when I first gained it." Dampening her lower lip, Phe shook her head. "No, of course not." She answered quietly. "I was just getting air to keep me standing whilst I waited for the trip to my room to be safe." She answered seriously, shrug rolling off of her shoulders.
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jul 26, 2013 14:57:50 GMT
He gave a little sigh & shook his head, "What did you do?" his tone wasn't accusing, more curious than anything, wondering what had warranted her current situation. He grabbed a kerchief & used it to dab away some of the stickier, half-dried blood that was around the sliced area, trying carefully to be tender with it.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 26, 2013 16:23:57 GMT
Phe let her teeth grit as he started dabbing around the wound, a low painful growl raising from the base of her throat. "Nothing." She answered before letting out a deep breath. "I don't have to do much to be used as target practice, believe it or not."
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jul 27, 2013 2:29:21 GMT
He used his wand to wet the cloth & continue carefully cleaning around the gash in her side before pulling back.
"You should sit, I don't want you passing out." he insisted, moving aside to make room for her to sit next to him on the wooden floorboards of the porch, looking up at her expectantly.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 27, 2013 17:57:27 GMT
Phe let a harsh breath out, as though she was trying to restrict herself from making any pained noise.
"I'm not going to pass out." Ophelia spoke, her words coming out much sharper than she had intended. "I'm alright, really. I'm better stood."
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jul 27, 2013 18:06:45 GMT
He gave her a sharp glare & hooked one arm around her waist, using his knee to knock her ankle out from under her, but catching her before she could hurt herself, so she'd be sitting.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 27, 2013 18:39:23 GMT
Phe's knee buckled as he knocked her ankle, her face contorting into a wince as she was forced to sit. Exhaling softly she placed her hand on his shoulder for a second to steady herself. "You don't have to do this Thorfinn, I'm fine, really, I'm used to cleaning myself up."
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jul 27, 2013 18:52:56 GMT
"Then just humor me." he said, sighing a little & going back to the cut. He had become a medic of sorts, in this household, at least. His battle skills were messy, dangerous, & unpredictable, but he could patch up a wound like nobody's business.
"These run deep, what did he use?" he looked at the frayed flesh around the edge of the cut, something jagged - if it was a physical weapon, that was. When the dried & sticky blood was successfully removed, he patted it dry with a piece of gauze, letting her relax for a moment before sighing, "I'm going to cauterize it."
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 27, 2013 21:03:43 GMT
Phe didn't respond but rather just let her hand place behind her against the faded wood, her fingers drumming carefully against the floor. Her head tilted sideways as she watched him work, her teeth gripping at her lower lip for a moment as she tried to avoid looking pained.
Shrugging, Phe let out a soft sigh. "His psychotic spells?" To be fair, it was somewhat true, whenever Brent jumped to attack, Phe was rarely expecting it and by the time the fight had started she was usually already bleeding out. Cocking a brow at him, Phe looked most unimpressed. "Just want to throw more pain into the mix, hm?"
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jul 27, 2013 21:24:13 GMT
"They're messy." he commented. It didn't seem like him. "Well, you know I live to cause pain." he replied sarcastically to her unimpressed comment. "It'll keep it from bleeding & it'll heal much cleaner." he insisted, looking up at her. "Wounds caused magically like this normally won't be so easily healed with a few potions." he knew she was already aware, but reminding her seemed like the way to get her to agree so he could finish this up.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 27, 2013 21:46:49 GMT
"Maybe he's losing his touch." She answered in a matter-of-fact tone.
"I thought you liked being clean." Exhaling heavily, Phe laid her body back, letting her back press against the flooring. His chest raising and falling as she breathed out heavily. "Do whatever you want." She answered finally, hands reaching down to tug on her skirt.
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Post by Thorfinn Rowle on Jul 29, 2013 0:13:10 GMT
"Tell me if you need me to stop." he told her. He knew she was able to put up a tough front, but he wanted to make sure she had the option to get him to take a break for her.
With that warning, the tip of his wand gleamed white, smoke lifting from it to show it's heat. He lowered the white-hot tip to the bottom of her wound, wincing inwardly at the hissing sound of sizzling, burning flesh.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Aug 2, 2013 3:47:45 GMT
"You wont have to." She answered quietly, like something was stuck in the base of her throat.
Exhaling softly, the brunette held her head back, attempting to shade her face in the darkness, avoiding looking at him as she bit down harshly on her lower lip, her teeth threatening to pierce her skin as she let out a painful yelp. Her whole body tensing up as she exhaled super heavily. Her hands balled into fists against the wooden floor, nails scratching against it as she did.
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