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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 5:08:08 GMT
Had anyone been in the house for the past half hour they'd of heard the ridiculous amount of things smashing, the loud painful screaming, the fighting that sounded like such a dispute you'd think it'd only end with one of them dead.
That was the sort of relationship Brent and Ophelia had, much like him and Tiffany, but he sometimes went a little more to town on Phe, knowing that it wasn't her he had to deal with in the longterm. Besides, she seemed to have enough fight left in her to keep her from just dying on him. Of course, he'd never go that far anyway, he didn't want to kill off either of them. Just severely maim sometimes. This time it'd happened across from Ophelia's room, just down the hallway from Tiffany, in the region of a unused study. Phe had been looking for some old book that hadn't been used in centuries and Brent had got her then, a few smashed items later, Phe bloodied up and crawling to her room, and Brent, left with a few scratch marks down his arm and a bit of a bigger gash across his jaw - something easily fixed with a bit of potion and wand work, you'd never know it'd been there - Phe on the other hand was a mess, bleeding from various wounds on her body, shards of glass stuck in her leg, splinters from the desk stuck in her left hand.
Brent cleaned the room with a flick of his wand, fixing the place to look like nothing had happened, and you wouldn't of known anything had happened if it wasn't for the bloody trail across the corridor to Ophelia's room, the blood on the door where she'd used every bit of strength she had to open it and collapse inside in order to rest and clean herself up.
Brent himself, was now back in Tiffs room, no more than a mere five minutes after it'd happened, him sat on the bed, his jaw wound still very fresh and the hyena sat beside him, his hand patting at it lazily as he looked in a mirror, smirking to himself and shaking his head.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:12:26 GMT
Tiff came in no more than a few minutes after that, following the trail of blood with her eyes & then heading into her room.
"She didn't bring another cat in the house, did she, because we're really trying to get her to leave those outside." Tiff seemed to be in a less sulky mood than normal, though only very slightly. She stepped closer to the bed & gave the hyena a little, uncharacteristically affectionate scratch at the neck below her collar & then turned to Brent, tilting her head & leaning to the side to get a better view of his jaw. She stepped back a second later & headed to her dresser, fussing with a few of the bottles & then turning back to face him.
"What did you do?" her tone wasn't accusing, or droning, but simply curious, as she upended the bottle onto a piece of guaze, shaking it to soak it through as she looked at him & patiently waited for an answer.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 5:19:53 GMT
His shirt was covered too, ripped a little, but most of it wasn't his own blood, it was Ophelias. Looking at her he chuckled to himself, his hand moving to scratch the back of his head. "She didn't do anything." He answered in a somewhat bored tone, his head tilting to look at the animal beside him. "If you think this is bad-" he started, his hand reaching to touch at his jaw. "You should see your cousin." His mouth twitched, almost smiling as he simply raised his eyebrows at her and let a shrug roll off of his shoulders, his bloodied up hand wiping at his shirt.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:26:06 GMT
"It looks okay." she said instead of letting herself think too hard on his words. She knew where her loyalty had to lie. Successfully soaking the guaze, she dipped herself down a little & chewed her lip, reaching out to dab at the cut carefully.
"Brent." she chided softly, though there was nothing condescending in her tone as he leaned away at first, before tilting his chin up gently & continuing to clean out the cut carefully. The job would likely be done sooner if she was a little more aggressive with her cleaning, but she didn't want to give him reason to lash out. "There's hyena dander everywhere in here, it'll get infected. You. Off the bed."
Illsadryl whined & hopped down, curling up between Brent & Tiff's feet contently instead.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 5:34:37 GMT
Brent didn't even bother retort, he'd got the dig in that he wanted to, and the amount of blood that was soaked into his clothing it was clear to even the dumbest of people that Ophelia must of been in a pretty bad state.
"I'm a wizard." He spoke, harshly and through gritted teeth, he wasn't immune to pain and his jaw was somewhat aching. "I can clean myself up." He spoke again before just letting her get on with it, his eyebrow raising slightly as the hyena jumped onto the floor. "Where have you been?" He questioned before grimacing slightly, though almost unnoticeably as a sharp pain made its way through the cut and into his cheek.
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Tiffany Lestrange
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:41:57 GMT
"And she is an endangered spotted hyena, a possession won by murdering the head of a chapter of an African muggle criminal ring. You're not African, Brent. You aren't likely immune to all of the diseases she's carrying. In any case, let's not find out." she insisted, though she pulled her hand back & stopped when he continued wincing in pain, eyes narrowing in concern.
On the floor, the hyena in question whined & bunted her nose against Brent's shin, as if to apologize.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 5:47:41 GMT
"Well technically I was asking where you'd been, not her, but that's absolutely wonderful to know too." He replied sarcastically before looking back up at her.
Reaching forward, he took the gauze from her and started dabbing at the wound himself before standing up and wandering over to the mirror, making sure it was cleaned out before he searched through some more of Tiffs bottles, picking out one he dapped that to his jaw too before reaching for his wand, muttering something as he pointed it to his jaw, causing the gash to close up somewhat.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:51:15 GMT
"I was.. no where." she wasn't lying, truly - but she'd been gone out for so long she felt as though she should have accomplished something. "I mean, I was just.. walking." she finished lamely, frowning & plucking a small twig from her sleeve & letting it drop to the floor. There were handfuls of small, agile creatures in the forest for her to use as moving target practice, it felt like an adequate way to spend some of her free time.
"Have you been cooped up in here all day?" she turned & looked at him as he faced the mirror, stepping closer & then brushing her fingers over a red, welted looking scratch on his arm gently. "Really got her claws into you, didn't she?" she frowned, though it didn't sound as if she was gloating over him, simply wondering what had spurred such aggression.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 5:59:41 GMT
"No where. Great answer." Brent replied, his eyes rolling as he tilted his head in the mirror, looking properly at the now much smaller gash, it'd be gone within the hour, he was sure. As for where Tiff had actually been he had little care for, he'd just been attempting to create a little bit of conversation.
"No, went out this morning." He answered, kind of ending the conversation on whereabouts, not in any way shape or form willing to discuss his own whereabouts with her. Chuckling to himself, he shrugged. "Ah, as I said, you should see the other party, I mean -" glancing over his shoulder, he shrugged a little. "I just hope she's still breathing because that'd be such a shame if not." of course, he was joking - somewhat - Brent stood firmly by his answer to everything when it came to anyone he wasn't allowed to put in a critical condition - he knew when to stop.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 6:03:42 GMT
"She'll be alright. Always is." Tiffany replied, though saying it out loud made a jolt of guilt pass through her. Ignoring it, she reached around him & grabbed a little jar of crushed camomile & took a little in her fingers, massaging it lightly over the welt on his arm as she went on her tiptoes to look over his shoulder at him through the mirror's reflection.
"Where'd you go?" she asked, keeping him talking. She liked him, this way. Possibly because keeping him talking had been what had gotten him into bed, or floor, rather, the first time, but it was just so.. harmless. Docile.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 11, 2013 6:08:03 GMT
"I'm not going to go off on one if you want to check on her." He said, somewhat firmly, probably being one of the nicer things he'd said in a long while. He'd got the anger out of his system with Phe, his fight was down for now, he wasn't interested in attacking Tiffany at that moment in time, he didn't feel the need.
"Out." He replied, firmly. As though a little annoyed she didn't get it the first time that he didn't want questioning on his whereabouts. "You don't have to mollycoddle me, Tiffany, I've had much worse than this. This is a scratch. It's nothing."
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 6:12:30 GMT
"She'll be fine." Tiffany repeated, not meeting his eye. She continued for a moment, shifting around until she was stood somewhat in front of him instead of behind him, then looked up at him & gave him a small sigh.
"Humor me." she insisted, giving him what could almost be considered a sweet look, for her, that was. "Worse or not, it's still here." she added honestly, letting the rest of the crushed flower fall away, leaning in & blowing a light stream of air at the mark to dust off the remainder of the powder. What was left was the mark, though the angry, irritated red color had vanished.
In the background, Illsadryl hopped up & snapped at the air, trying to catch the slow floating powder as it fell through the air.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 12, 2013 17:32:14 GMT
Brent smirked to himself as she replied once again, his head tilting as he peered at her through the mirror, the corners of his mouth almost turning upwards as he saw where her loyalty laid.
"It's nothing." He replied with a heavy sigh, he didn't care much for the odd scratch. Turning around, he looked at her properly, gaze jumping to Illsadryl for a second then back to the brunette. "So-" he started. "- where have you been?"
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 12, 2013 17:35:58 GMT
She looked up at him as the last of the dust fell away & locked eyes with him, as if willing him to understand she had no malicious intent. Not giving him the details of what she'd been doing wasn't out of deviousness, but out of general embarrassment. She wanted to practice training on her own, trying to desensitize herself, though she knew that killing a few squirrels & deer wasn't quite the same as another person, she truly was getting better, bit by bit.
"I told you, I was just out walking." she left the remaining camomile on her hand, subtly rubbing the back of her neck with it to help with the bruise that was forming from their pseudo-waterfight the day before. A careful, secretive way of licking her wounds.
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Post by Brent Yaxley on Jul 12, 2013 17:41:10 GMT
He raised an eyebrow at her slightly as he leaned back against the wall, his finger dancing across his jaw as he looked at her. "Just walking?" He retorted somewhat boredly. "Where did you walk to?" He questioned, clearly not trusting her.
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