forum Medeis {open}

Started June 19, 2019 by @Reblod flag

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A wave of her hand and the packs were solid, though Iris’s attention remained glued on the angel before Clare’s work. Her fingers absently traced patterns on Azriel’s palms, the heat slowly amassing back into her surroundings.

Azriel swallowed, forcing down a whimper. "That hurt," she whispered, breathing shakily. She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and looking around. "Is Arabella alright?"

Clare carefully positioned the ice packs around the cuts on the angels arms, "You're doing a good job Iris, thank you, But we need to move her, could you take her into the bag with you? We need to clean up this blood before something comes along and smells it and she reeks of it, once she's feeling well enough she can wash off in there, and I have plenty of spare clothes, I'm sure something will fit, It's warmer, and it's safer, can you watch her in there, please?"

“Arabella is not the one who you should be concerned about,” Iris choked out, nodding her confirmation to Clare. A bit more life spooled into the elf as she shut her eyes, breathing away her desire to kill Arabella.

Azriel furrowed her brow. "Using powers drains energy. Plus, I wasn't sure if you had killed her or not," she joked weakly.

A sheep smile was tossed over the elf’s shoulder, accompanied by an eye roll. “I didn’t kill her. Just temporarily began the process of freezing her.” She nervously dodged the angel’s gaze. “Nothing she couldn’t handle. Damn girl hurt you,” Iris muttered.

"I'm over 300 years old, Iris, a lot of people have hurt me. That does not mean you need to freeze them all," Azriel countered. "You're going to have to apologise to her later," she told Iris firmly before she collapsed in a coughing fit.

“I am not apologizing-“ she huffed, before quickly overdriving to worry. “Water, do you have water?” Iris demanded to Clare.

"I'm quite alright, remain calm," she insisted, holding back another cough. "And you are most definitely going to apologize."

“If I didn’t love you, I would have frozen your mouth shut by now,” Iris shot back, finally snagging her water skin. “However, I do-“ she paused, eyes widening at the slip, “-which is why I’m going to give you water instead and hope the task is completed in a calmer manner.” Disgruntled, the Yrnan sat back down. “And I will not be apologizing.”

Azriel smiled slightly at the word "love." "I love you, too," she mused for a moment before continuing, "which is exactly why you will be apologising. You could have killed her!"

“She could’ve killed you!” Iris yelled, ignoring how her face was slowly beginning a transformation into a tomato.

"But that wasn't the case, was it?" Said Azriel quietly. "I have survived much worse. I don't believe Arabella has."

Iris sighed, laying down to look at Azriel on the same platform. “I didn’t kill her, either,” she mumbled. “And what occurred in your pasts doesn’t excuse her behavior. She could’ve taken you from me.”

Azriel sighed tiredly. "Fine. But you don't get to be angry at her for this any more. I shouldn't have gotten angry with her in the first place. It pushed her."

Steam might as well have simmered from the elf as she bristled. “I will be mad as much as I want to, but I suppose…” her voice quieted to a childish vulnerability, “I could apologize if it’ll make you happy.”

Azriel smiled brightly. "It would make me very happy," she informed Iris, giving her a peck on the nose.

The delighted flush that rose to her cheeks betrayed her grumpy tone. “I’ll apologize. Only for you, though.” A gentler peck was returned to Azriel.

"Thank you," she whispered, closing her eyes. "I'm actually tired for once," she muttered.

Arabella opened her eyes to the smell of blood. She remembered what happened in an instant and sat up as fast as she could. “Azrie-“ Bella screamed in pain as her head felt like a thousand hammers were beating on her skull, slowly chipping away. She fell back to the ground and grabbed her head. All she remembered was watching herself torture Azriel. How could she do that? Visions flew through her head. She was 7. Her father made her cut a small cut into her finger. She was 10. Her father made her punch herself over and over again until her fists dripped with her own blood. She was 13. Realizing that parents should never hurt their children. She was 14. Losing control for the first time and making her friend fall from the second story window. She was 16. Running away to escape her current life. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she held her throbbing head and muttered no under her breath more times than she could count. Why.

Clare saw Bella move out of the ccorner of her eye, Mira shifted her weight and positioned herself more firmly over the girl, "Alright, you two, Into the bag now there should be water on one of the dressers and there's a never cooling bathtub in there if you want to was up I'm not exactly sure how it works but it does, spare clothes and crackers too,." Clare held her bag open to the correct pocket, "There's a really comfortable soft chair I think Miss Azriel would love to rest in as well, Iris you'll find more bandages and disinfectant in a small box next to said chair, and don't get lost in the clothing racks." Clare added as a side note, "If you find my ball gowns you're going to have a hard time getting back to the chair." (She's sending them to the same room Bella recover in with all of the clothes and such)

“C-Clare?” The red-head mumbled weakly. “Did I- did I lose control again?”

Clare looked back at Bella, "Yes, you did, just stay there for now ok, Mira's going to help you stay right there."

“Who?” She tried to think of who Mira was but it was like her mind was working in molasses. “Is she ok? Is she mad?” Azriel. What had happened to Azriel?

"Mira, the giant tiger who's sitting on you, Azriel's… recovering." Hopefully Clare said, she studied the blood covered stones on the ground, "You're going to help me clean this up, Mira is going to escort you outside I want you to get a bunch of dirt we're going to poor it on the blood to hide the smell, we'll need quite a bit."