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Much as I'm grateful... for the copious amounts of drugs that have been prescribed for my injuries... is there anyone that is capable of a more immediate solution?

Magical healing... or something that can speed this process? I'd rather like to get about my business and get out of bed. Although the sleep has been wondrous...............

I'd almost forgotten...

[His voice drifts off, leaving that thought unfinished. The slip up of the fact that Chevalier's don't sleep is a direct result of all the drugs he's currently on.]

[ooc: Still afflicted with the Average Joe curse which has resulted in making him 100% human. Unfortunately for him, he was in mid flight when it happened and crashed painfully to the ground. Drugs are all of a sudden very effective, and so much more likely to make mistakes concerning anything private.]

Action

Date: 2009-08-10 01:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
I will stay here. But you should rest and not speak to others.

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Date: 2009-08-10 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[He paused, considering. Sleep was important, but then so was being done with the nonsense of remaining injured for so long. And to make matters worse, his very human body was being very demanding in other ways that he was unused to...]

Marishka, do you know how to cook? I'm feeling... hungry.

Action

Date: 2009-08-10 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[She smiled and shook her head.]

No cooking. But I shall see what I find.

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Date: 2009-08-10 03:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
Alright...

mm... Marishka? You're not able to eat food at all?

Action

Date: 2009-08-10 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[She looked at him curiously.]

No food. Only blood.

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Date: 2009-08-10 04:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[He sunk back into the pillows, watching her with a wistful expression on his face. It was a shame that she couldn't enjoy such things anymore. Still, they were in the City... who knows what could happen to change that.]

I would have liked to have dined with you... but... your company is the most important thing....

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Date: 2009-08-10 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[Now she smiled sweetly at him and rose gracefully.]

I will get you food and stay here while you eat.

[And with that, she left to go see what they even had.]

Action

Date: 2009-08-10 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[His eyes followed her out of the darkened room, watching as the light cast a halo around her shapely body. If he had to have anyone looking after him during this time of weakness, it would have had to have been her. Although he didn't care to have anyone see him in such a deplorable state. It was bad enough being human again... but injured as well?

The deities had a very sick sense of humor to do this to him on top of everything else.

With a sigh he turned back to the network while he was still cognizant enough to find someone to remedy the situation.]

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Date: 2009-08-10 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[She had no idea what any of the foods were in the kitchen really. Nor if Solomon would like any of them. So she just started grabbing some and putting them on a plate.

When she had what she thought might be enough, she brought it back to him and sat down on the bed next to him.]


I do not know what foods you like.

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[Ketchup with bread, a frozen raw chicken breast, an uncooked potato, a few unopened cans of vegetables. Solomon could only stare at all the inedible selections she had somehow managed to gather together.

Marishka, despite having a child like personality at times, was hardly stupid. Yet her inexperience when it came to earthly matters was staggering. No wonder she had such issues in blending in with the mortals around her.

Solomon's stomach quietly growled in frustration, but he did his best to hide any dismay he was feeling. At least the skill of hiding his true feelings was still something he could manage... ]


Ah. Well, those are all very... good... once... they are prepared properly...

Perhaps... we should see if someone would be willing to come over to lend us a hand?

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 01:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[She tilts her head curiously.]

These will not do?

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[He smiled, aided by the euphoric effects of the narcotics he was on.]

Ah, I'm sorry, but... not really. But it has given me ideas for later...

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[She blinked now.]

Ideas?

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
Oh, nothing too much... just a little domestic idea I was toying with in my mind...

[It was much easier to be distracted by her when he was in such a state, mind already hazy from the drugs.]

... I'll order something to be delivered. Why don't you go put those things back in the kitchen... then come back to me.

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Date: 2009-08-11 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[Quickly, she did as she was told and came back to his side to sit by him, her legs curled up under her.]

What will Solomon order?

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 05:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[The one time Chevalier hadn't wasted a moment of time while she was gone. It was a simple matter to connect the network device to one of his favorite restaurants and entice them with a substantial tip if they'd bring it over.]

Mm, Beef Consommé...

To tell you the truth, I'd really prefer to eat out... but with the narcotics in my system, I doubt I'd have the energy. Such a shame... wasting this weakened state of mine.

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
[Leaning forward, she ran her fingers along his cheek in a soothing manner.]

Hush. You shall be better soon.

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[He sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing into the pillows and focusing on the touch of her hand on his face.]

I think it won't come soon enough. It's an unwelcome change, being like this again. I thought I'd left it behind me for good.

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
I have been made to be human here too. I did not enjoy that day either.

[She shifted to move closer so she could have an easier time petting him.]

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Date: 2009-08-11 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[He watched from half lidded eyes, the medication lulling him into a hazy state of awareness. It was easy to forget the damaged state of his body (even bandaged up as he was)... The darkened room, the featherlight touches upon his skin...]

... it must be disconcerting for you, seeing me as human...

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 06:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
Solomon is family first.

[She smiled as she continued the touches when she saw it was lulling him to sleep. Normally, he didn't ever sleep. Humans needed to. She knew this.]

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Date: 2009-08-11 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] favoritetraitor.livejournal.com
[He allowed his eyes to drift shut. Just a moment to rest them, nothing more... at least that's what he told himself. Likewise, his breathing slowed into the even measure of one being spirited away into dreams. It was soothing being here like this, surrendering to one of the more pleasant aspects of being mortal. Solomon's voice softened, a ghost of a murmur that he knew she would still hear.]

Wake me when the food arrives....? I don't want... for it to get cold...

Action

Date: 2009-08-11 09:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] toobad-sosad.livejournal.com
I will. Sleep now.

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