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Re: F!PC/Revyn Sadri
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)"I think they're fine," Revyn said, evasively, moving back a bit. He really didn't want them touched.
"I just need to make sure they're not broken."
Revyn was pretty quick witted, but couldn't think up a convincing argument on such short notice. What he had--'it will hurt if you touch my ribs and I don't want to look like a weak child'--didn't sound like it would work. He lay on the bed, and Cecily moved so she was sitting on the edge of the mattress.
"It doesn't hurt when you breathe, does it?," she asked.
"Not really," Revyn lied.
Cecily put her hands on his chest, gently moving her hands over his ribs. The Dunmer was thin and wiry, but she still had to bear down on his bruised flesh to feel whether the bones beneath were aligned and unbroken. Revyn grit his teeth and hissed in pain.
"Shh, it's alright," she murmured. "I don't think they're broken, but they might be cracked. Particularly if it hurts you to breathe. I think I've got a healing spell that might work. It's not very powerful, but it will be better than nothing."
The golden glow of healing magic lit the dim corner. It sunk into his skin and replaced the pain with a tingling warmth that was unusual but far from unpleasant. That's her energy, Revyn thought. It was such an intimate act, to use a part of one's self to heal another, that he blinked shyly under the gaze of the big amber eyes staring down at him. The spell was complete, but her hands still rested on his chest, and she was studying him intently.
"That will do, I suppose." She brushed a hand over his cheek. "I've been thinking about when I found you. And I realized, I only found you on my way back. So you must've been there, when I went by, and I just didn't see you."
"I don't know where you're going with this," Revyn muttered, but Cecily either hadn't heard, or was pretending she hadn't, because she went on speaking.
"You can ask me for help, you know. I want to be there for you, when you need me." There was a silence while the words sunk in. "I care about you."
"Me? But I---you, really?"
"Yes," Cecily said, gravely, and then started stammering. "But--you have to know that if we--if we try out caring for each other, you know, I don't know how it's done, I've never tried out caring for someone before. I mean, I've been with someone, in bed, but not cared about them. So..." She trailed off.
"That's alright." Revyn half sat up, propped up on his elbows, and their faces were only inches apart. "I've not been in love a lot either."
"So we can learn together, then?" Cecily said, and the hope in her voice brought him to the edge of tears again. He had never been brought to tears by hapiness before.
"Yes," he answered, whispering so that his voice wouldn't crack.
She hugged him, and the Dunmer, caught by surprise, fell back to the bed, and Cecily laughed a little. "Sorry." He kissed her smiling lips, though they were dry and a little chapped. Things would have gone further, but the pot in the corner began to shriek.
"Oh, the potion's ready," Cecily said, glaring at the pot in the corner as if that would silence the whistle of the steam. "Well--we'll have to get back to this tomorrow. I'm not kissing you for a while after you drink this."
"What do you mean? What's in it?"
"Oh...best not to ask. But it's good for you."
"You are literally the only person I would hear that answer from, and still drink what they gave me."
"Err, don't commit to that. It tastes pretty awful."
She was right--it did. But Revyn wasn't really in the mood to complain. For the first time in while, life felt like it had promise again. There would be troubles, surely, and there would be days spent worrying over Cecily while she was out on some adventure. (Not that he hadn't worried, in the back of his mind. At least now he could be honest with himself about it.) But to love and be loved, would make it all worthwhile.
Re: F!PC/Revyn Sadri
(Anonymous) 2013-07-11 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)Re: F!PC/Revyn Sadri
(Anonymous) 2013-07-12 08:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: F!PC/Revyn Sadri
(Anonymous) 2013-07-17 01:04 pm (UTC)(link)Well done A!A!