forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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Azriel groaned but nodded. "It's fine. I'm - is she fine? I don't know if - " she took a deep breath. Her eyes started flashing back and forth again, and it was really hurting her head. "Just… go green, dammit," she told them, and felt instant relief when they stopped flashing.

The Yrnan's fingers stilled, before abruptly resuming. "Go green?" Iris softly chuckled, pressing harder, doing everything in her power to make her angel relax.

Azriel relaxed slightly to Iris's touch, then removed her hands from her face and pointed to her eyes, which flashed again, making her growl in frustration. "My eyes are being difficult."

"Your eyes aren't the only thing," Iris grumbled in Medein, glancing at Clare.
Switching to Brachish, she leaned a little closer. "Is- is that often? They just do that when you're overwhelmed?" Her fingertips ghosted over Azriel's feathers, fidgeting here and there.

Azriel shivered slightly, probably because of the cold. She shrugged lightly. "I suppose? They can change when I want them to, or if I have a strong emotion, or especially if I'm overwhelmed, but they don't usually change if I try to stop them, and… this is immensely frustrating."

Iris didn't dare to voice the thought that surfaced to the top of her mind. Were your eyes changing colors when we kissed? Or were they closed, like mine? Her black hair whipped through the air as she shook her curiosity away. "Does it impact how you see?"

Azriel shrugged. "Not that I know of. It just hurts my head when they change a lot, like - ow, sorry," she shook her head, muttering Fletan curses under her breath at her eyes and forcing them to stay gold, which was the color they had landed on.

(Not true, both of you.)
She felt helpless. Utterly helpless. So Iris stayed in place, rubbing circles.

(No heck you)
Azriel sighed, shaking her head and massaging her temples. "Anyway. Um… what's your favorite color?" She asked, wincing at the terrible question. "I need a distraction," she explained.

Clare opened the bag and was met by the overwhelmingly strong stench of blood. Her eye's widened and her face grew pale, "Iris," She said in a hoarse whisper, "Make sure the bag stays propped open." The With out another word she jumped into the dark cursing herself for not thinking to disarm the girl. She landed on her feet and summoned one of her fire cats, the feline jumped onto her shoulder and stayed there illuminating the room. It was a large space, in the center the provisions she had left for the girl remained untouched, her eye's fallowed a trail of blood to the corner, what she saw nearly made her heart stop. She yanked the blanket off the ground and sprinted to the girl. She was lying in a pool of blood with several slits on her wrists, The dagger responsible lay near by, Clare picked it up and cut through the soft blanket forming bandages. "Bella, Bella come on, don't you dare die on me, come on say something." Clare lifted the girls arm and began wrapping it up."

Arabella groaned as someone lifted her. what was happening? What? Where was she?

Clare finished wrapping up one arm and went onto the next, if only her magic had been healing, then maybe she would be useful. She finished wrapping up the girls arm and gently picked her up, the girl was lighter then she expected. Unsure of what to do next and unwilling to come out of the bag and face Iris's wrath Clare chose to do the extremely uncomfortable thing of walking between Pockets in the bag. She walked to the other side of the room and felt for the small cloth door, she opened it and stepped through with Bella. She felt the familiar twist in her stomach, passing from dimension to dimension this way was not the most comfortable, "Bella, I'm going to keep talking to you, I just don't want you to die ok, and you need to wake up some time soon." The pocket they had stepped into happened to be Clare's wardrobe and not that she thought about it, Bella would definitely need a change of clothes. She checked the girls bandages, then, after covering a large arm chair with the remains of the large blanket so Bella's blood wound't stain it, set the girl down gently. She rinsed her hands and arms of the girls blood with the water she had left then went riffling through the racks of clothes in the large space. "Bella, you know You have a very bad taste of fashion for one that lived in my Kingdom, I would have to insist you change your clothes even if they didn't get ruined…" Clare continued to chatter, though her voice started out light and cheery it soon became chocked and it was clear the girl was crying. "Bella, Bella don't you dare die, Oh why haven't you woken up yet?" Clare sank to the floor sobbing.

“Clare..” a soft human voice mumbled through pale lips. Dull eyes fluttered and eventually open to examine the room. Where was she?

Clare stopped crying and wiped away her tears quickly, "Bella! You're alive, thank the stars, I'm sorry I left you in the bag by your self it was extremely stupid of me, things like that are why Mother says I'm not worthy to-" She cut herself off, "Well My mother is always saying it's a fault of mine, We're in a different pocket, you see I took you here because I thought you might need a change of clothes."