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Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains swearing.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised.
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,640
Total word count: 21,239
Status: Work in Progress
He snarled at him, lips pulled back, displaying his fangs fully, yanking his arm away, wings flaring.
Shodin also had a surprisingly strong grip. Marland was only just able to free himself, maybe because his scales were harder to hold on to. Fuck. Shodin made another grab for him and he backed away, snarling and beating his wings at the human. Fucking HELL.
Of course. Of COURSE he should have expected this. The human was just a good actor. A really good actor - but he still should have SEEN this. Should have known that this would happen eventually. Why had he even thought that there was a CHANCE of this being different?
"Marland!" His voice was sharp, his eyes angry as he stood on the couch, hands braced on the back of it.
What? What were you going to say -
"Dammit, what's WRONG?"
His inner triad stuttered. ...This was just another act. Just more lies to hide the truth.
Shodin sighed, bowing his head and running his hand through his hair. "Marland, what's wrong?" he asked again, voice more subdued as he looked back to him.
There wasn't any point in answering him. Marland tried to look away, but he couldn't. He didn't know what Shodin would do next, so he had to keep an eye on him; he ended up turning his head away, but not actually moving his eyes. The only other sound in the flat apart from the rain beating on the windows and the tinny talking from the TV was the constant steady growl from his throat.
Shodin's shoulders slumped slowly, his expression changing. His eyebrows bunched together, but he didn't look how he normally did when he was concentrating. They tilted up slightly as they drew up together, but Marland hadn't seen that expression before, so he had no idea what it meant.
Shodin looked away again, going down to sit on the couch armrest. "What did I do?" His voice were quiet, almost a whisper.
Why was he asking? He knew - he KNEW... didn't he? Shodin knew he didn't like non-human Others, so why was he hiding it again now? Marland ignored the clenching around his heart, growl rising in volume a notch.
A muted sigh. "I... would thank you for the chocolate, but I'm not sure I want to try it anymore." Shodin played with the packet, fingers running along the serrated edge. A small huff, lips twitching. "I wasn't even sure if I wanted to have some in the first place, seeing as it IS your medicine - it's more important to you."
Marland stared at him. Wait. Wait, what? Slowly, Marland brought his wings back, stepping away from the counter to make sure they would have enough space, his ears also moving back up. The growl also petered off. Shodin just hadn't wanted to eat it because he'd need it later? ...That could be another lie. But. But Shodin had hardly been reacting like most of the humans here, and Marland already knew that his assumptions, when it came to Shodin, were wrong.
Shodin noticed him relaxing, fingers pausing. He didn't look at him directly, eyes darting back to the chocolate.
Marland was glad about that. Then he wouldn't feel so stupid. Or stupider. He... should stop 'knowing' how Shodin would react to things. Shodin had grown up on another world, where there weren't Others, and there maybe wasn't something with sharp teeth and claws that hunted humans. He hadn't been brought up with Others being a constant danger, and even if he had, there was still the memory loss.
Fuck.
"I... I thought you didn't want to eat something I'd touched," he mumbled, ears lowering again. Interacting with people was too difficult.
Shodin's jaw dropped, his eyebrows rising, and he craned his neck to him. "Why would you think that?" Shodin's mouth work again, but no sound came out. Probably too many questions trying to be asked at the same time.
His ears went completely flat, and his wings drew up, to cover his head, before he stopped them. Because he just knew that would happen if he'd offered food he'd touched to a human here, if they hadn't run away by that point. Others were DIRTY. Or something. It was a trick and the food was poisoned.
"Ah," Shodin sighed, eyes softening, "never mind." He shook his head. "No, it wasn't because of that I didn't want to try the chocolate."
That, Marland had already figured out. Maybe he should just start clarifying EVERYTHING with Shodin before he did something. There was a large chance that Shodin would think differently on some level. Marland still ducked his head, still wanted to hide under his wings.
"It's fine." He waved back towards the cupboard. "I've got a lot more - they last for a long time and I've stocked them up for just in case." Probably enough to make an adult sick and if he ever needed that much all at once, he was probably going to be dead soon anyway.
Shodin glanced back at the chocolate, the look he'd been wearing when this all started on his face. "Are you sure? I don't want to take this away from you."
He rolled his eyes. "I have enough. You might not like it anyway."
Shodin continued to stare at it, frowning. "If I don't like it, then it would be a waste to open another pack."
He was being surprisingly... SOMETHING anyway. Marland shrugged with one shoulder, his wings settling back in place. "I'll put it back - or put it in the fridge." He wouldn't be able to eat all of it, and he didn't want to find out what he'd be like if he tried.
"Or you could just give me the open pack," Shodin said, tone dry, head hilted and his eyes warm.
Or he could do that. His ears only flicked down for a second before he could get them back up again.
Marland went over to the cupboard, got the open packet and walked over to Shodin, strangely hesitant. Or just feeling awkward.
Shodin reached over the back of the couch for it, smiling with his eyes again. Head cocked to the side, he unwrapped the chocolate. Seeing the pieces, his head moved a little more to the side. Shodin took the chocolate in his hands like he'd seen Marland do and snapped a row off. He then snapped off an individual piece. Twisting his hand around, he looked at it from all angles before putting it in his mouth.
His eyes widened, and his head jerked back, startled. Marland frowned, wary. Maybe Shodin WAS affected by it.
"Ahm," Shodin said, trying to talk past the chocolate. There was a crunching sound as he bit through it and then swallowed. Shodin blinked, tongue moving inside mouth. "It was certainly different from what I expected."
He looked down at the rest of the chocolate.
"You can have the rest of it."
Shodin frowned. "But..."
Marland looked away. "I was going to give all of it to you anyway."
"Are you sure?" Shodin pressed.
"Yeah."
Shodin smiled at him, wide and happy.
Marland watched him eat another piece, not getting how it could taste nice to him. But, it was made for human tastes. He turned away and picked up the plate and cup he'd left on the table. The food wasn't as hot as before, but it was still edible. It should be anyway. He went around and sat on a chair, watching Shodin's fascination with the chocolate.
Shodin finished it fairly quickly, staring amusedly at his sticky fingertips.
His wrists didn't look as raw anymore, the marks not as prominent, not as red. There was still a lot of bruising though, spreading wide. Shodin slid off the couch armrest and walked over to the kitchen, washing his hands. He came back quickly, a drink in one hand. Well, they had that in common, when it came to chocolate.
They were quiet for a while and Marland ignored the movie, the machine gun fire making his ears twitch every time one was fired. Which was often.
"Marland...?"
He twisted an ear towards Shodin.
"Are the humans here really strong?"
What? Marland looked up from his food to stare at Shodin.
Shodin waved towards the TV. "They're able to keep going even after being what I thought was mortally wounded."
Marland glanced at the TV. The character on the screen was male, shirtless, heavily muscled, had blood running from every limb, as well as lots of blood splattered across his chest and, as far as Marland could tell, was supposed to be shot in the thigh. He was also clearing metre-long jumps, a massive gun the length of his back strapped to his back.
"No," he snorted. "It's a film - it's fake."
"But, some of it IS real," Shodin pressed, blinking as a car screeched in to view.
"Some of it, yeah." The car tried to run up to where the man was. The man yelled, unloading probably enough bullets to balance Marland in weight in to the car. It then promptly exploded. "It depends on what you watch." With a fresh sheen of sweat shining on him, the man continued on whatever he was doing. "They... exaggerate things to make them more interesting."
"Really?" Shodin peered at the TV. "I don't find it all that more interesting."
Marland shrugged. It was better than the romance ones; those, he would never understand.
Shodin started watching again, but then glanced back at him, frowning. Marland's wings began to arch over his head, but he forced them down, waiting.
"Your bandages have started to unravel."
He looked down and saw the tape desperately clinging on, but it wasn't long before it would fall free. It was probably time to change it anyway. He had no idea when they'd been put on, and Shodin's had been on for longer. As he watched, the last bit of tape gave up, letting go of the bandage, where it then swung down, the bandage loosening easily.
When he looked up, Shodin had already stood up and was coming back with the first-aid kit. He hadn't heard – no, he HAD heard Shodin move, his ears swivelling to follow him, but he hadn't taken that as something to take notice of properly.
"Do you want to finish eating first?" Shodin asked as he opened the kit and started to take out the stuff he'd need.
He already had, and was just poking at the remnants. Marland shook his and put the plate on the table.
It only took a couple of tugs and the bandage was loose enough to pull free completely, sticking at the shoulder. The wound had clotted, though pulling the bandage off had made it start again in places. The swelling around them had gone down, and so had some of the bruising, his skin a light green colour, rather than the mottled dark blue spots that had been there a few days ago.
"Do you think we should clean it?" Shodin asked, frowning at it, as his hands played with a clean bandage.
Marland nodded without any hesitation. He didn't know what the liquid had been exactly, so they had no idea how it transferred, and if was still in the wound or not. He frowned at the bandage in his hand. They'd need to wash their hands afterwards, and burn his bandage.
Shodin hummed as he walked away, a small tune that looped after only a few notes. While Shodin was busy, Marland called his fire to him, igniting the piece of fabric.
The humming paused, becoming uncertain. Shodin didn't stop filling the basin, and he looked over his shoulder at him. Shodin's eyes widened briefly when he saw the flame in Marland's hand, his breath catching in his throat, but that seemed to be the only reaction. Which, considering how he'd reacted to everything else, that was a big thing.
So, he didn't react to what a person looked like, but magic was sometihng that affected him more?
"Is that... magic?" Shodin asked as he came over with the filled basin, still watching the fire burn. The room smelled of ash, the air full of it, but Marland didn't mind it. Shodin coughed a little as he got closer.
"Yeah." When there was nothing but ash, Marland stopped calling and the flame flickered from view.
"How do you control it?"
And there was no way he was going to be able to answer that and make sense. It wasn't as if he'd really thought about it. Marland shrugged a wing. "I was born with it, so... I just can."
"Hmm." Setting the basin on the chair, Shodin wetted the cloth and began cleaning the wound. It didn't hurt as much as last time, and Marland barely twitched when the cloth made contact. His skin was still sensitive, but the drag of the cloth didn't feel as rough, and the water felt cool, rather than icy.
"It's looking better."
The ear closest to Shodin flicked towards him. It didn't take as long, and when Shodin was finished, the basin wasn't as bold a blue, more translucent.
"Okay, I'm going to get the antiseptic cream now."
Tongue curled in his mouth, Marland began growling softly, ears flat. He moved his right wing back further and tensed it, so it would take longer to react, and he'd also have something else to distract himself with. He kept twisting his head away and then twisting it back again to watch Shodin, because he didn't want to know when it was coming, but he also WANTED to know when it was coming so that he'd now when not to react.
He ended up watching Shodin edge closer slowly directly, rather than from the corner of his eyes. His wings flared halfway out on the first contact, but for the most part, the pain stayed steady, and didn't grow. It didn't wane either, but it was better of the two options.
"And I think that's it done," Shodin said a few minutes later, stepping away. "Now to wrap it up." He reached over for the bandages and tape. Shodin put the end of the bandage in the same place where he'd started before, and Marland trapped it there before he asked. He could see the curve of Shodin's smile from his vantage point and his ears flicked to the side before going back up again.
He was still uncomfortable with Shodin going around his back, but he didn't try as hard to keep him in view, his ears tracking him almost enough to make his back not feel completely vulnerable.
It was eventually finished, and it felt like it had taken a lot less time.
"All right," Shodin said, turning back to the basin, "now that's done…"
Marland cocked his head, a little puzzled. "What about YOUR bandage?"
Shodin's hands stilled for a second before moving again. "My wound isn't as serious as yours, so the bandage doesn't really need to be changed."
And that was a lie. Leaving it on could be one of the worst things you could do. His ears sank down.
Shodin glanced back at him, over his shoulder. "You're… not going to let me go until you've changed the bandage, are you?"
He shook his head. "No." Not that he was even holding him, so he didn't understand what Shodin meant by that.
Sighing, Shodin's shoulders slumped. "I see." He looked at the couch and then the chair that the basin was on top of. "Would it be easier for you if I sat on the couch, or the chair?"
Marland looked between the two. "The chair." That way, he would have more space to manoeuvre.
Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains swearing.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised.
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,640
Total word count: 21,239
Status: Work in Progress
He snarled at him, lips pulled back, displaying his fangs fully, yanking his arm away, wings flaring.
Shodin also had a surprisingly strong grip. Marland was only just able to free himself, maybe because his scales were harder to hold on to. Fuck. Shodin made another grab for him and he backed away, snarling and beating his wings at the human. Fucking HELL.
Of course. Of COURSE he should have expected this. The human was just a good actor. A really good actor - but he still should have SEEN this. Should have known that this would happen eventually. Why had he even thought that there was a CHANCE of this being different?
"Marland!" His voice was sharp, his eyes angry as he stood on the couch, hands braced on the back of it.
What? What were you going to say -
"Dammit, what's WRONG?"
His inner triad stuttered. ...This was just another act. Just more lies to hide the truth.
Shodin sighed, bowing his head and running his hand through his hair. "Marland, what's wrong?" he asked again, voice more subdued as he looked back to him.
There wasn't any point in answering him. Marland tried to look away, but he couldn't. He didn't know what Shodin would do next, so he had to keep an eye on him; he ended up turning his head away, but not actually moving his eyes. The only other sound in the flat apart from the rain beating on the windows and the tinny talking from the TV was the constant steady growl from his throat.
Shodin's shoulders slumped slowly, his expression changing. His eyebrows bunched together, but he didn't look how he normally did when he was concentrating. They tilted up slightly as they drew up together, but Marland hadn't seen that expression before, so he had no idea what it meant.
Shodin looked away again, going down to sit on the couch armrest. "What did I do?" His voice were quiet, almost a whisper.
Why was he asking? He knew - he KNEW... didn't he? Shodin knew he didn't like non-human Others, so why was he hiding it again now? Marland ignored the clenching around his heart, growl rising in volume a notch.
A muted sigh. "I... would thank you for the chocolate, but I'm not sure I want to try it anymore." Shodin played with the packet, fingers running along the serrated edge. A small huff, lips twitching. "I wasn't even sure if I wanted to have some in the first place, seeing as it IS your medicine - it's more important to you."
Marland stared at him. Wait. Wait, what? Slowly, Marland brought his wings back, stepping away from the counter to make sure they would have enough space, his ears also moving back up. The growl also petered off. Shodin just hadn't wanted to eat it because he'd need it later? ...That could be another lie. But. But Shodin had hardly been reacting like most of the humans here, and Marland already knew that his assumptions, when it came to Shodin, were wrong.
Shodin noticed him relaxing, fingers pausing. He didn't look at him directly, eyes darting back to the chocolate.
Marland was glad about that. Then he wouldn't feel so stupid. Or stupider. He... should stop 'knowing' how Shodin would react to things. Shodin had grown up on another world, where there weren't Others, and there maybe wasn't something with sharp teeth and claws that hunted humans. He hadn't been brought up with Others being a constant danger, and even if he had, there was still the memory loss.
Fuck.
"I... I thought you didn't want to eat something I'd touched," he mumbled, ears lowering again. Interacting with people was too difficult.
Shodin's jaw dropped, his eyebrows rising, and he craned his neck to him. "Why would you think that?" Shodin's mouth work again, but no sound came out. Probably too many questions trying to be asked at the same time.
His ears went completely flat, and his wings drew up, to cover his head, before he stopped them. Because he just knew that would happen if he'd offered food he'd touched to a human here, if they hadn't run away by that point. Others were DIRTY. Or something. It was a trick and the food was poisoned.
"Ah," Shodin sighed, eyes softening, "never mind." He shook his head. "No, it wasn't because of that I didn't want to try the chocolate."
That, Marland had already figured out. Maybe he should just start clarifying EVERYTHING with Shodin before he did something. There was a large chance that Shodin would think differently on some level. Marland still ducked his head, still wanted to hide under his wings.
"It's fine." He waved back towards the cupboard. "I've got a lot more - they last for a long time and I've stocked them up for just in case." Probably enough to make an adult sick and if he ever needed that much all at once, he was probably going to be dead soon anyway.
Shodin glanced back at the chocolate, the look he'd been wearing when this all started on his face. "Are you sure? I don't want to take this away from you."
He rolled his eyes. "I have enough. You might not like it anyway."
Shodin continued to stare at it, frowning. "If I don't like it, then it would be a waste to open another pack."
He was being surprisingly... SOMETHING anyway. Marland shrugged with one shoulder, his wings settling back in place. "I'll put it back - or put it in the fridge." He wouldn't be able to eat all of it, and he didn't want to find out what he'd be like if he tried.
"Or you could just give me the open pack," Shodin said, tone dry, head hilted and his eyes warm.
Or he could do that. His ears only flicked down for a second before he could get them back up again.
Marland went over to the cupboard, got the open packet and walked over to Shodin, strangely hesitant. Or just feeling awkward.
Shodin reached over the back of the couch for it, smiling with his eyes again. Head cocked to the side, he unwrapped the chocolate. Seeing the pieces, his head moved a little more to the side. Shodin took the chocolate in his hands like he'd seen Marland do and snapped a row off. He then snapped off an individual piece. Twisting his hand around, he looked at it from all angles before putting it in his mouth.
His eyes widened, and his head jerked back, startled. Marland frowned, wary. Maybe Shodin WAS affected by it.
"Ahm," Shodin said, trying to talk past the chocolate. There was a crunching sound as he bit through it and then swallowed. Shodin blinked, tongue moving inside mouth. "It was certainly different from what I expected."
He looked down at the rest of the chocolate.
"You can have the rest of it."
Shodin frowned. "But..."
Marland looked away. "I was going to give all of it to you anyway."
"Are you sure?" Shodin pressed.
"Yeah."
Shodin smiled at him, wide and happy.
Marland watched him eat another piece, not getting how it could taste nice to him. But, it was made for human tastes. He turned away and picked up the plate and cup he'd left on the table. The food wasn't as hot as before, but it was still edible. It should be anyway. He went around and sat on a chair, watching Shodin's fascination with the chocolate.
Shodin finished it fairly quickly, staring amusedly at his sticky fingertips.
His wrists didn't look as raw anymore, the marks not as prominent, not as red. There was still a lot of bruising though, spreading wide. Shodin slid off the couch armrest and walked over to the kitchen, washing his hands. He came back quickly, a drink in one hand. Well, they had that in common, when it came to chocolate.
They were quiet for a while and Marland ignored the movie, the machine gun fire making his ears twitch every time one was fired. Which was often.
"Marland...?"
He twisted an ear towards Shodin.
"Are the humans here really strong?"
What? Marland looked up from his food to stare at Shodin.
Shodin waved towards the TV. "They're able to keep going even after being what I thought was mortally wounded."
Marland glanced at the TV. The character on the screen was male, shirtless, heavily muscled, had blood running from every limb, as well as lots of blood splattered across his chest and, as far as Marland could tell, was supposed to be shot in the thigh. He was also clearing metre-long jumps, a massive gun the length of his back strapped to his back.
"No," he snorted. "It's a film - it's fake."
"But, some of it IS real," Shodin pressed, blinking as a car screeched in to view.
"Some of it, yeah." The car tried to run up to where the man was. The man yelled, unloading probably enough bullets to balance Marland in weight in to the car. It then promptly exploded. "It depends on what you watch." With a fresh sheen of sweat shining on him, the man continued on whatever he was doing. "They... exaggerate things to make them more interesting."
"Really?" Shodin peered at the TV. "I don't find it all that more interesting."
Marland shrugged. It was better than the romance ones; those, he would never understand.
Shodin started watching again, but then glanced back at him, frowning. Marland's wings began to arch over his head, but he forced them down, waiting.
"Your bandages have started to unravel."
He looked down and saw the tape desperately clinging on, but it wasn't long before it would fall free. It was probably time to change it anyway. He had no idea when they'd been put on, and Shodin's had been on for longer. As he watched, the last bit of tape gave up, letting go of the bandage, where it then swung down, the bandage loosening easily.
When he looked up, Shodin had already stood up and was coming back with the first-aid kit. He hadn't heard – no, he HAD heard Shodin move, his ears swivelling to follow him, but he hadn't taken that as something to take notice of properly.
"Do you want to finish eating first?" Shodin asked as he opened the kit and started to take out the stuff he'd need.
He already had, and was just poking at the remnants. Marland shook his and put the plate on the table.
It only took a couple of tugs and the bandage was loose enough to pull free completely, sticking at the shoulder. The wound had clotted, though pulling the bandage off had made it start again in places. The swelling around them had gone down, and so had some of the bruising, his skin a light green colour, rather than the mottled dark blue spots that had been there a few days ago.
"Do you think we should clean it?" Shodin asked, frowning at it, as his hands played with a clean bandage.
Marland nodded without any hesitation. He didn't know what the liquid had been exactly, so they had no idea how it transferred, and if was still in the wound or not. He frowned at the bandage in his hand. They'd need to wash their hands afterwards, and burn his bandage.
Shodin hummed as he walked away, a small tune that looped after only a few notes. While Shodin was busy, Marland called his fire to him, igniting the piece of fabric.
The humming paused, becoming uncertain. Shodin didn't stop filling the basin, and he looked over his shoulder at him. Shodin's eyes widened briefly when he saw the flame in Marland's hand, his breath catching in his throat, but that seemed to be the only reaction. Which, considering how he'd reacted to everything else, that was a big thing.
So, he didn't react to what a person looked like, but magic was sometihng that affected him more?
"Is that... magic?" Shodin asked as he came over with the filled basin, still watching the fire burn. The room smelled of ash, the air full of it, but Marland didn't mind it. Shodin coughed a little as he got closer.
"Yeah." When there was nothing but ash, Marland stopped calling and the flame flickered from view.
"How do you control it?"
And there was no way he was going to be able to answer that and make sense. It wasn't as if he'd really thought about it. Marland shrugged a wing. "I was born with it, so... I just can."
"Hmm." Setting the basin on the chair, Shodin wetted the cloth and began cleaning the wound. It didn't hurt as much as last time, and Marland barely twitched when the cloth made contact. His skin was still sensitive, but the drag of the cloth didn't feel as rough, and the water felt cool, rather than icy.
"It's looking better."
The ear closest to Shodin flicked towards him. It didn't take as long, and when Shodin was finished, the basin wasn't as bold a blue, more translucent.
"Okay, I'm going to get the antiseptic cream now."
Tongue curled in his mouth, Marland began growling softly, ears flat. He moved his right wing back further and tensed it, so it would take longer to react, and he'd also have something else to distract himself with. He kept twisting his head away and then twisting it back again to watch Shodin, because he didn't want to know when it was coming, but he also WANTED to know when it was coming so that he'd now when not to react.
He ended up watching Shodin edge closer slowly directly, rather than from the corner of his eyes. His wings flared halfway out on the first contact, but for the most part, the pain stayed steady, and didn't grow. It didn't wane either, but it was better of the two options.
"And I think that's it done," Shodin said a few minutes later, stepping away. "Now to wrap it up." He reached over for the bandages and tape. Shodin put the end of the bandage in the same place where he'd started before, and Marland trapped it there before he asked. He could see the curve of Shodin's smile from his vantage point and his ears flicked to the side before going back up again.
He was still uncomfortable with Shodin going around his back, but he didn't try as hard to keep him in view, his ears tracking him almost enough to make his back not feel completely vulnerable.
It was eventually finished, and it felt like it had taken a lot less time.
"All right," Shodin said, turning back to the basin, "now that's done…"
Marland cocked his head, a little puzzled. "What about YOUR bandage?"
Shodin's hands stilled for a second before moving again. "My wound isn't as serious as yours, so the bandage doesn't really need to be changed."
And that was a lie. Leaving it on could be one of the worst things you could do. His ears sank down.
Shodin glanced back at him, over his shoulder. "You're… not going to let me go until you've changed the bandage, are you?"
He shook his head. "No." Not that he was even holding him, so he didn't understand what Shodin meant by that.
Sighing, Shodin's shoulders slumped. "I see." He looked at the couch and then the chair that the basin was on top of. "Would it be easier for you if I sat on the couch, or the chair?"
Marland looked between the two. "The chair." That way, he would have more space to manoeuvre.
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Date: Nov. 10th, 2010 08:50 am (UTC)I wonder how chocolate works as medicine. Is it the caffeine?
So much bandaging in this story! XD
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Date: Nov. 10th, 2010 09:49 am (UTC)XD I didn't really think about it that much. Just a sort of 'what's made of natural stuff that Marland can eat, and can be funny?' So I think I was focusing on the cocoa beans.
;___; I knoooow. I want them to be healed already, or at least mobile. I can't wait 'till I get to a part where I can just say 'they bandaged each other up (again) without any problems and went to sleep'. But I wonder if I'll ever get there. XD
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Date: Nov. 10th, 2010 10:33 am (UTC)Hm, so does Shodin like chocolate so far? |D He sounded like he enjoyed it.
Do you need them to be well for the plot to advance? XD; Are we still in the [days pass] part, haha? XD;
...I was reading some of your NaNo notes right now and laughed so hard when you said you wanted to kick Pai away. XDDD Poor Pai!
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2010 12:17 am (UTC)XD He liikes it. And will find out that there are different flavours, so he must try them!
I at least need them mobile. X3 (O____o; Ahaha, I really wouldn't be able to keep them in the flat.)
Yeah, we're still in the [days pass] bit. *checks notes* Though I think we're on the day that I start to get back on to the plan again. :D
But the scene was starting to really really drag! *laughs* They weren't doing anything!
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Date: Nov. 11th, 2010 06:08 am (UTC)Eeee, Shodin. Such a curious person. XD;
Haha, they can only watch so much TV. =P I wonder if either of them are claustrophobic? Sounds like Pai is.
Ohhhh, so that means the plot is starting back up? XD;
Or not, if the scene was dragging. =P
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Date: Nov. 13th, 2010 09:20 am (UTC)Oh so very much. :3
Pai grew up in a forest (yeah. A purple one, so she was pretty camouflaged there. Just not here. XD) so she's very much used to wide open spaces. And it's not like her people would need to be that close to each other to hold conversations, so there's that as well adding to her used to having a lot of space. I have no idea if there's a limit to the distance, but there has to be, because it's not like they can talk to someone on the other side of the planet. o___o;;
The not-plot has started up again. :D
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Date: Nov. 13th, 2010 09:30 am (UTC)Ooo, a purple forest. That sounds pretty awesome. Now you're making me wonder about how far she can hear or speak to someone. Well, here, she's limited by needing to be physically present to hear someone speak to her. Hm~
\o/
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Date: Nov. 14th, 2010 08:57 am (UTC)XDD; I think I may end up having Others that pretty much come from 'desert planet' or whatever, but I guess it's not so glaring in this compared to in films. I can just say they came from a 'desert area' - it's not we're going to be seeing it or anything. XDD To figure it out, you'd have to know if she's basically teleporting her thoughts right in to a person, or just her mental voice as a wider range. The first one sounds too weird. So she has a wider range. Um... Two miles is where it fades off completely, I guess. Probably more, because I'm thinking, with a human brain, that that's a lot of distance to have a conversation. *blink* Ignore the fact I just completely forgot the phone and mobile. It's a lot of distance to have without any techonology. It could/probably is more.
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Date: Nov. 15th, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)