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10.Dec.12, 12:04 PM
Tal ambled inside and slowly turned, an exhausted smile crossing his face as Val's comment. "I feel like crap," Talian replied, stretching his left arm stiffly and grimacing as he felt his wound burn. He set his bag on the edge of the nearest table before slowly unbuttoning the front of his shirt, slowly gathering his thoughts to explain as he began to peel it off.
He grimaced as the damp cloth peeled away from his shoulder. The falling debris had created jagged set of puncture wounds, swollen and dirty but not particularly deep. Some of them would need stitching together, but it wouldn't be a big deal. For now, it was more important to get the dirt out of them. The wound ached and the bruises were already gruesomely dark, but it looked worse than it was. Blood had oozed out slowly over the course of a few hours, but it was hardly so bad as his bloody shirt would have suggested.
"The Weyrleader is alive," Talian said as he pulled a soft rag from his bag. He also removed a flask of redwort solution. He knew he'd rest better once he got the wound cleaned up.
"He's been poisoned," Talian said, frowning. He hated the man, but no one deserved that! "With Tansy. The same shit I used." His voice lacked emotion as he mentioned the incident. He frowned a little as he went to work on his wound, not expecting any help but appreciating the companionship.
"He lived the night, but I can't promise he'll live more than a few days..." His soft eyes suddenly sharpened as he looked towards his friend. "...The Weyrwoman sent a letter forbidding me from working on him." Fellis cheeped sadly as he sensed his bonded's sudden anger. The fire lizard began to lovingly groom the young man's hair, trying to settle him. The gesture seemed to soften the weary healer before he could get too riled. He lifted one hand to stroke the fire lizard before he went back to work on his shoulder. Once cleaned, he would bandage it. The rest could wait.
Talian sighed and started to pack his things away. "...There's a notice out in the gather square announcing my dismissal and mentioning the fact that I used Tansy to try to kill myself a turn ago. I'm worried I'm going to get blamed for this, Val..." he said softly, voice trailing off in resignation and some sort of dour confidence. They could blame him for it all they wanted, but if he was the murderer, he was also a fool; after all, he'd only just saved the man's life, supposedly a few hours after trying to kill him!
It was stupid and Talian doubted it would stick, but it remained deeply hurtful He huffed once, then tuned around. His shoulder was wrapped now, and while he was still tired and had a few stray smudges of blood on him, he was holding up well. He always seemed calmest at times like these.
He smiled slowly, then took a step closer. "...Thanks for letitng me in, Val. I hated to wake you up, but I couldn't stand the idea of going home by myself right now. B'jin is surely busy, and well...you're my best friend. The best friend I've ever had," he clarified, distancing himself as much as he could from the girl he'd once pined over.
He blushed as he remembered the birthday incident and how he'd awkwardly fled. He'd been humiliated at the time, but in hindsight he knew it was the best thing that could have happened. Val, with all his quiet integrity, had saved them from making a huge mistake. Val had quite obviously wanted it, and had for some time, but he'd put his own desires aside to look out for Talian.
How many people did that?
It had been a couple months now, but Talian had been thinking about it. He'd spoken with Val a few times, mostly to ask for help regarding Fellis, but he'd always avoided the topic. Despite all the running away, though, he still found there was no one he'd rather be with.
"...Val?" he asked, eyes widening with curiosity and seemingly misplaced hope as he took another step closer. This was no time for cheeriness, but Talian was genuinely happy to be there. This was a safe haven, far away from the troubles that had finally spread even to his new home.
Shards, though, what was Talian trying to say? He let out an awkward laugh and looped his arms around the man, squeezing him close without any sign of fear. They had been afraid of each other for far too long. "Love you to death, Val. Don't know what I'd do without you." There was a curious lack of the boy's general stuttering as he spoke. He held the harper close for a few more moments before planting a kiss on his cheek and peeling away. His familiar, awkward side reappeared in the form of a bright blush.
He grimaced as the damp cloth peeled away from his shoulder. The falling debris had created jagged set of puncture wounds, swollen and dirty but not particularly deep. Some of them would need stitching together, but it wouldn't be a big deal. For now, it was more important to get the dirt out of them. The wound ached and the bruises were already gruesomely dark, but it looked worse than it was. Blood had oozed out slowly over the course of a few hours, but it was hardly so bad as his bloody shirt would have suggested.
"The Weyrleader is alive," Talian said as he pulled a soft rag from his bag. He also removed a flask of redwort solution. He knew he'd rest better once he got the wound cleaned up.
"He's been poisoned," Talian said, frowning. He hated the man, but no one deserved that! "With Tansy. The same shit I used." His voice lacked emotion as he mentioned the incident. He frowned a little as he went to work on his wound, not expecting any help but appreciating the companionship.
"He lived the night, but I can't promise he'll live more than a few days..." His soft eyes suddenly sharpened as he looked towards his friend. "...The Weyrwoman sent a letter forbidding me from working on him." Fellis cheeped sadly as he sensed his bonded's sudden anger. The fire lizard began to lovingly groom the young man's hair, trying to settle him. The gesture seemed to soften the weary healer before he could get too riled. He lifted one hand to stroke the fire lizard before he went back to work on his shoulder. Once cleaned, he would bandage it. The rest could wait.
Talian sighed and started to pack his things away. "...There's a notice out in the gather square announcing my dismissal and mentioning the fact that I used Tansy to try to kill myself a turn ago. I'm worried I'm going to get blamed for this, Val..." he said softly, voice trailing off in resignation and some sort of dour confidence. They could blame him for it all they wanted, but if he was the murderer, he was also a fool; after all, he'd only just saved the man's life, supposedly a few hours after trying to kill him!
It was stupid and Talian doubted it would stick, but it remained deeply hurtful He huffed once, then tuned around. His shoulder was wrapped now, and while he was still tired and had a few stray smudges of blood on him, he was holding up well. He always seemed calmest at times like these.
He smiled slowly, then took a step closer. "...Thanks for letitng me in, Val. I hated to wake you up, but I couldn't stand the idea of going home by myself right now. B'jin is surely busy, and well...you're my best friend. The best friend I've ever had," he clarified, distancing himself as much as he could from the girl he'd once pined over.
He blushed as he remembered the birthday incident and how he'd awkwardly fled. He'd been humiliated at the time, but in hindsight he knew it was the best thing that could have happened. Val, with all his quiet integrity, had saved them from making a huge mistake. Val had quite obviously wanted it, and had for some time, but he'd put his own desires aside to look out for Talian.
How many people did that?
It had been a couple months now, but Talian had been thinking about it. He'd spoken with Val a few times, mostly to ask for help regarding Fellis, but he'd always avoided the topic. Despite all the running away, though, he still found there was no one he'd rather be with.
"...Val?" he asked, eyes widening with curiosity and seemingly misplaced hope as he took another step closer. This was no time for cheeriness, but Talian was genuinely happy to be there. This was a safe haven, far away from the troubles that had finally spread even to his new home.
Shards, though, what was Talian trying to say? He let out an awkward laugh and looped his arms around the man, squeezing him close without any sign of fear. They had been afraid of each other for far too long. "Love you to death, Val. Don't know what I'd do without you." There was a curious lack of the boy's general stuttering as he spoke. He held the harper close for a few more moments before planting a kiss on his cheek and peeling away. His familiar, awkward side reappeared in the form of a bright blush.
