cape_kore | Day 91 AM [video] Public + Private to Maggie

[Dilandau's lying on the sofa in his living room, holding his arm above his head to film. He's forgone his usual armour-and-diadem getup for a red shirt from the wardrobe. The swelling on his face has gone down, but the bruising has faded into an unattractive yellow]

Kenzi, I've finished that trap. Come to 15 and I'll show you how to set it up. I'll make another once we're sure it works.

[To everyone else, the message seems to end for a moment as he makes a message Private to Maggie]

Maggie, I want to see you later too. I've got questions about those dreams of yours.

[To everyone else, the message appears to start up again as he switches back to a public message.

His expression sours and he pushes his hair off of his forehead, huffing. He's obviously irritated at having to ask something that he feels beneath him]

Is there anything useful to do that doesn't involve heavy labour? I'll even take recommendations for books that won't bore me to sleep if there's nothing to be done. Or Mina, have you found any herbs that'll speed up bone healing since we've spoken?

[He very much doubts that the answer will be 'Yes', but it never hurts to ask.]

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[Even that light touch makes him hiss, but after a moment the coolness of her fingers seems to spread. Between one breath and the next it suddenly doesn't hurt to draw a breath. He sucks in a deep lungful of air, the first he's drawn like that in over a week, and twists to look at his side.

The bruises still look terrible, marring his perfect torso. His first instinct is to jab them sharply to see if he'll feel them.]

[The black streaks race up her arm, disappearing before they make it to her elbow. She can feel the pain leeching away from him, and smell the lessening of the tension around him.

She smiles brightly almost laughing.]

It worked! It actually worked! I've never tried it on a human before.

[She doesn't bounce in place - though she wants to, but pulls her fingers back, away from his bare skin.]

How does it feel?

[His ribs twinge at the jab, but the pain doesn't leave him breathless as it usually would. He spreads his hand over the sight and presses, marvelling at the lack of pain.]

Maybe living among you demons isn't all bad.

[He draws another deep, deliberate breath and holds it there for a moment, right at the point of satisfying expansion, before letting it all out in a whoop. He looks over, meeting her eyes, and there's a smile on his face like he hasn't worn since the first time he met her.]

I'd forgotten what it felt like to breathe.

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Not a demon.

[She hisses the words at him. He just had to go and ruin the moment. Good think she hadn't hugged him like she'd wanted to. She's surprised it worked.]

It's not a cure. Your ribs are still broken, they're still going to be sore, and if you overdo it, they're going to remind you that's a bad idea. But it should last a few hours. I hope.

[She bites her lip. Brigid really isn't sure how well this is going to work.]

[He rolls his eyes at her reaction. It's getting to the point of farce how in denial she is]

Not a human either, which makes you a majority here.

What happens when it wears off? Is it going to rebound on me?

There are other humans here. Quite a few of them, actually.

[She can smell them. Yes, it's creepy, but she can't help it.]

No. It'll just hurt. It may seem like it hurts more, since you've been without pain for a little while. But, take it easy. Don't push yourself. Treat it like heavy duty pain killers.

No sword form? Urgh, I'm going to get flabby and useless if I don't start training myself again soon.

[It's an exaggeration, there's not an ounce of flab on him. He retrieves his shirt and starts buttoning it on again]

I'll accept this as a peace offering for now. What are you charging for the future?

No. I'd stick to gentle exercise. Not even yoga, for now, but walking is a good idea. Take it easy.

[She pushes herself up and reaches for her bomber jacket. There are patches from her father's military service on it. Her fingers ghost over one as she contemplates.]

We'll negotiate when the time comes. I'm not sure just yet. But if you can let me know when it wears off, I'd appreciate it.

[He makes a noise of complete and utter exasperated disgust for those orders.]

Yes, Doctor.

[He flops onto the sofa and the annoyance fades as he realises how relaxing it is to sit without the pain. He arranges himself into an elegant sprawl and reaches out for one of the books she'd left on the table]

What are these you're carting around?

[She ignores his petulance. He sounds like any boy that's been told he can't go play because he has a booboo. Honestly, he sounds like the Alpha's children back home. She huffs out a sigh.]

Herbals, a couple that might help me identify marine life, so we can eat the seaweed and the shellfish that are most likely along the shore.

[Brigid shrugs.]

Research is how I pass the time.

[She holds a hand out to stop him from taking the small book on the top.]

That's... It's fairy tales. Gaelic fairy tales, from Ireland.

[And personal.]

[He rolls his eyes at that, but doesn't try to grab.]

What do you think I'm going to do, rip it up? It's the herbal I want to see, I don't like fairy tales.

[His lip curls at the thought of them. They're lies, he knows, lies for the gullible who think the world will save them.]

[She snatches up the fairy tales, lightning quick. Brigid likes the old tales. The tales that didn't have happy endings, that told a lesson, not just the guy gets the girl. She hates the Disneyfication of all the stories that used to be so much worse.]

You can keep one if you'd like. I just borrowed them from the library. I planned on studying later.

[She cradles the fairy tales close to her, as if she's afraid he'll take it.]

[He glares at her for that reaction. He may have given her little reason to trust him, but it offends him. He draws himself out of his sprawl, no longer relaxed in her presence, and stands while picking up the book on sealife and tucking it under his arm.]

You can go and study now instead of standing around in my house.

[Her eyes narrow.]

You could stand to be a bit more polite, considering you aren't aching. And believe me, that will be part of the future price.

[She snatches up her bomber jacket slipping it on, and grabs the other books.]

Good. Day.

[She doesn't slam the door behind her when she leaves.]

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