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faderift2020-02-11 10:46 pm
sarcophage) wrote in faderift2020-02-11 10:46 pm
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closed; i get eaten by the worms
WHO: Benedict, Colin, Leander
WHAT: grippe club for men
WHEN: now-ish
WHERE: Gallows Chapel, a side room reserved for early quarantine
NOTES: gross. (if you want a starter, ask.)
for benedict;
Perhaps Benedict slept through the arrival, or perhaps he witnessed it. He might even have tried to say hello, and found his neighbour unresponsive, either too ill to acknowledge him or unwilling to expend what little energy he had for the sake of being polite. Now, though...
Now, should Benedict turn to see the cot newly installed some feet away, he will find Leander's face likewise turned toward him, strangely flushed and bloodless, heavy-lidded eyes fixed in a bleary stare. Pale lips parted just slightly. Sweat-dampened curls dark on his forehead. Thin inside the loose sleeves of his linen, most of his body a few peaks and valleys beneath the infirmary blanket, and utterly listless.
One may forgive him for assuming the worst.
for colin, after benedict is removed;
—The other nurse, meanwhile, will be given no opportunity to think the worst as long as Leander is awake, for he keeps himself stoic, blandly arranged in repose and lacking expression, following the young man with only his eyes. In contrast, he looks boyish in sleep, lacking some indefinable tension beneath his skin, with only a slight crease between the eyebrows to belie his peaceful rest.
Or seeming rest. He has ample eyelashes to disguise a pair of watchful slits.
WHAT: grippe club for men
WHEN: now-ish
WHERE: Gallows Chapel, a side room reserved for early quarantine
NOTES: gross. (if you want a starter, ask.)
for benedict;
Perhaps Benedict slept through the arrival, or perhaps he witnessed it. He might even have tried to say hello, and found his neighbour unresponsive, either too ill to acknowledge him or unwilling to expend what little energy he had for the sake of being polite. Now, though...
Now, should Benedict turn to see the cot newly installed some feet away, he will find Leander's face likewise turned toward him, strangely flushed and bloodless, heavy-lidded eyes fixed in a bleary stare. Pale lips parted just slightly. Sweat-dampened curls dark on his forehead. Thin inside the loose sleeves of his linen, most of his body a few peaks and valleys beneath the infirmary blanket, and utterly listless.
One may forgive him for assuming the worst.
for colin, after benedict is removed;
—The other nurse, meanwhile, will be given no opportunity to think the worst as long as Leander is awake, for he keeps himself stoic, blandly arranged in repose and lacking expression, following the young man with only his eyes. In contrast, he looks boyish in sleep, lacking some indefinable tension beneath his skin, with only a slight crease between the eyebrows to belie his peaceful rest.
Or seeming rest. He has ample eyelashes to disguise a pair of watchful slits.
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"It's actually quite a pleasant tea, for most, but it may not be to your taste. Long pepper, ginger, lemon peel, elfroot, and honey. Would you like for me to cast on you?"
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Not that he doesn't need it, probably, but he is more tolerant of discomfort than some are apt to be. No nurse will hear him complain for the sake of complaint.
Clearing his throat, "So we're clear, while I harbour no resentment, it's unlikely we will become friends. If it's in your nature to try, fine. But in this case you ought to save yourself the disappointment."
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"I am not trying to be your friend," he says gently. "I am trying to get you well.
And you let me worry about my own energy."
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"I am asking you... to leave me alone."
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And he goes to his chair and picks up his book about medicine and continues reading it.