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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 4:08:27 GMT
Markus took the flask of whiskey, welcoming to burn in his throat. His knees were weak and his head was spinning. There was no way that was meant to be cast by mortals. "Go on," he shooed Bryant away. He knew the hunter wanted to make sure Daeven was alright. "She's about to collapse under his weight. Go help." He pushed himself wearily away from the wall and headed for the stairs.
Connie was ahead of him, leaning against Kseniya. "Hush, love. I'm fine. Just a little tired. But... I'm glad he's okay. I was a little worried I couldn't be able to save him..." She turned to look behind her, at Markus. "Thank you. I know he would have been lost without your help. You have the the gift of the Voice, child."
Markus only nodded, glancing back to Daeven, Bryant, and Willow once more before he went up to the room he always claimed when he was here and collapsed on the bed, nursing what little was left of the whiskey.
Daeven's entire body ached. It hurt to walk. He was barely hanging onto consciousness. "I can't," he kept hearing himself say. He just needed to lay down. He needed to sleep. Where was everyone? There was only Willow's fragile strength holding him up. Where were the others? Where was Bryant? Was this girl, this little, sweet, delicate girl, the only one here that cared enough to not leave him in a pool of his blood??
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 4:28:53 GMT
Bryant let him go, watching him take the stairs. "I'll be up in a minute, alright? No sulking, you pain in my ass." he said jokingly, before moving across the room. He was lucky he had when he did, Willow was stronger than the average human girl, but she was small in comparison to the demon she tried to balance and even those pretty wide hips of hers were going to do nothing for keeping her stable.
"You sure you're not actually Viveka's kid? You're stubborn as fuck just like her..." Bryant hoisted a arm over his shoulder and took the weight of the demon off the succubus. "How about you just go get some water, alright, kid? I'm gonna put him on a cot and you can patch him up, right? Viveka and 'Vaine taught you how?"
Willow was a mess but she let Bryant take most of the weight of the demon off of her, and nodded. "They didn't teach me...but I took a few classes." she didn't wait for a response before running into the bathroom and finding a metal basin. She had to rinse it out, no telling the fowl mess that had been in it before, and filled it with warm water, when she cam back she was balancing the basin on a hip, the first aid kit in her small hand.
"You're gonna be okay you stubborn asshole. Alright? But I gotta go check on princess and if I get one damn joke about being whipped from you when you're better I'll find the witch and get her to hex you again." Bryant teased, straightening up as willow came back in. He looked over the bloody girl, and shook his head. "You could have been killed you know? Anyway...You got this, kiddo? You come get me if you need something...and don't worry about it if the snake gets a little happy" he teased motioning to Daeven's dick and laughing at the blush that spread over Willow cheeks. A blushing succubus...wasn't that some shit.. "He just likes a little pain." And with a wink he left her and went up after his lover, both to check on him,and thank him in his own way.
Willow tried not to look anywhere below his waist after the healer left, instead she focused on wiping away the blood and leftover gore from his chest with the damp cloth, trying not to hurt him. "It's going to be okay, Dae. Let me know if I hurt you, okay?" She asked, dipping the soaked rag before wiping away more blood. How could there be so much from one man??
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 4:38:57 GMT
Daeven was grateful when Bryant's strong arm went under him. He could tell that Willow was tiring, and he had still been supporting some of his own weight. He didn't bother with Bryant. He knew the hunter could hold him up. It was like stepping on fire, and he fell gracelessly to the cot when Bryant finally got him to it.
He grinned up at the hunter, dry lips cracked. "Yeah, you go to that. Wouldn't want him throwing himself out of the window, thinkin' you're still thirsty for demon dick." He looked to Willow when came back in with the medical kit and basin of water, really looked at her.
She was young, but she was lovely and a woman grown. Honestly it was like seeing her for the first time. But he turned his attention away to catch Bryant's wrist. "Thanks," he croaked through a blistered throat, and let him go. Any other time and he would have snapped that no one could get turned on from this amount of pain, but he was too exhausted.
And he didn't think too much of his state of undress until Willow started to wipe away the blood from his body. Demons didn't have much modesty, and he really only wore clothing because humans did. But Willow was raised human, Yvaine was around them constantly, and Viveka WAS a human. Him being there, naked, while Willow cleaned him? Hell, they'd tear him back up.
"You're fine," he told her. Talking hurt. "Hey... is there... clothes, around here? Or a blanket? Rather not make you uncomfortable.."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 4:50:43 GMT
Willow shushed him, but smiled at him. He didn't have to be modest but here he was trying to think of her. It was actually...really sweet. "It's okay. Don't talk, okay? Your throat has to hurt...Holy water feels like acid." She winced just remembering the scene from before. It made he skin crawl. She paused for a moemnt, however, and draped the dirtied cloth over the edge of the basin and walked across the room to pour some water that WOULDN'T burn him.
"I'm a succubus...I'm not supposed to get uncomfortable by things like that..and really, it's okay. I'm not focused on anything but cleaning you up." Willow admitted as she filled a plastic cup with cool water. When she cam back, she supported the glass in her hand and looked down to him. "Maybe you should try to drink a little something? I know it'll hurt, but it'll help your body some."
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 4:57:35 GMT
If Willow was going to say him being naked didn't bother her, he wasn't going to push it. Right then he thought clothing was just going to feel constricting. Instead he fell quiet, wincing every once in a while when she cleaned a more painful wound.
When she retreated and came back with a cup of water, he groaned. "I forgot how much I hate doctors," he teased her. "Always bugging me to do things when all I want to do is sleep..." Truthfully, he'd never been to a doctor. But believe it or, he had gotten hurt a few times before and had Bryant hound his ass into taking care of himself. "But at least I've got a pretty doctor," he chuckled, and forced himself to sit up enough to take the cup.
The water didn't hurt, which surprised him. Honestly, it soothed away the worst of the ache from what was essentially acid to him. And he was suddenly beyond thirsty. He licked his chapped lips. "I... thanks. Can... you maybe get me more?" he asked.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 5:08:12 GMT
It'd been a while since someone who wasn't maternal had called her pretty so willow's cheeks heated a little but she smiled at him. "We'll see if you still think so when I start bandaging all of that up." ANd she sweetly giggled but took the cup, happy that he drank and seemed to want more.
"Of course!" Will rushed over to the sink, her black flats making soft sounds on the hard floor. This time, she thought better, and dug a pitcher from one of the cabinets and cleaned it out. That way, she thought, she wouldn't have to keep running back and he wouldn't have to keep trying to talk to ask her. After filling both almost to the brim, she made her way back.
The succubus sat the pitcher on the table by the cot, and offered the glass to Daeven once more. I hope you heal quickly...I know demon's heal faster but I'm not sure how much faster you heal compared to like...me." She rambled a little, trying to talk to not feel so silly. Cleaning a conscious person was a bit awkward when they could stare at you, if she were honest...but the rambling helped distract her from the small amount of awkwardness, making it easier to gently dab at the wounds on his face.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 15:43:28 GMT
Daeven didn't realize he'd started smiling until she returned. It was... odd, to say the least, that someone actually seemed to care about his wellbeing. He wasn't used to it. He was used to being at the bottom of the totem pole with other demons, kicked and around and abused. With Bryant, he was used to being seem as mostly an equal, but that meant watching his own back and taking care of himself.
In all his time on earth, and with all his knowledge of humans, it finally struck him just how much of an outcast he was. From Hell, from Earth. And from Heaven. It was... an unpleasant thought. "Thanks," he told her again, drinking more of the water, grateful that helped.
He placed the empty cup down, and lowered himself back to the cot with a groan. "I heal a little faster than a human," he told her. Angels healed almost instantly, and demons healed amazingly quickly... but he wasn't really either. "Give me two or three days and I'll be back on my feet." He could have probably sped that up, using whatever power, angelic or demonic, that was left in his soul. But that cleansing felt like it'd rip most of that away. He felt... weaker. And he didn't want to push anything. He'd heal the old fashioned way.
He closed his eyes as Willow cleaned up his face, and was suddenly struck by a wave of exhaustion. He couldn't find the willpower to open his eyes again, content to drift into a semi-asleep state.
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 15:58:40 GMT
Willow could feel him drift off as she continued to clean him up. She didn't so much mind it but, rather, found it nice that he could do so. It was a good feeling knowing that he could drift off to sleep while she treated his wounds and cleaned away the blood. "You're welcome." She spoke, almost in a whisper not wanting to wake him if he really was asleep.
She would have never wished that on a soul. Not in a million years. Willow was almost certain sh'd have nightmares about it for the better half of a century, if she lived that long, that is.
Doing what she could for him, she didn't want to bother moving him too much, and instead placed large bandages over the wounds to his front, covering him with a light sheet for the modesty the demon lacked when she was doneShe had to dispose of the clothes he had been wearing befor ethe beast the hex brought out had shredded them, and her own clothes were beyond repair. Thankfully, Connie had a small dress she could change into after her own, lengthy shower. Blood smelt awful, even more so as it dried and how ti felt caked on the skin? She wasn't sure how the boys did it...How her mother, Viveka, did it.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 16:08:15 GMT
Connie came back down the stairs as Willow was finishing cleaning him up. She looked a little tired, but she recovered quickly. "How's the boy?" she asked, looking over the fallen angel's battered body. Willow had done a good job patching him up.
She thought he was asleep, but at the sound of her voice his eyes slowly opened. "Doin' fine, Connie. Thanks for saving me." He laughed a little roughly. "I like being mean, but that was..." He shook his head. He hadn't really any idea what he'd done or said when the hex had taken over, but he remembered the rage that started before his own mind was overridden and not knowing if he'd come back to himself.
Connie only nodded, coming down to place a hand over Daeven's forehead. His soul was wounded, but from what he could feel, it would heal. "We should probably move you to a room upstairs. Being in this dank basement isn't going to do you any good..."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 16:21:05 GMT
Willow had been dumping the basin of bloodied water when Connie came in. Her smile was hopeful to the other woman, grateful that someone had come to check on him. Before she could answer, however, Daeven had done so himself. Another good sign. Connie was a nice woman, from what Willow had seen of her, so she almost would be surprised if the woman HADN'T come down to check on him. It must have given Kseniya great displeasure to see her leave her rest so soon.
"You should probably go back up and get some more rest, Ms. Connie." She smiled, drying her hands on a dark blue towel. "I think Daeven should be okay down here for a few hours while he get some of his strength back..." Her voice trailed off, feeling a little embarrassed. Connie probably already knew everything she was saying. She was no expert after all, just a dumb girl who knew how to bandaged wounds and keep a delicate bedside manner.
"Doesn't he keep a room here like the others or?" She asked to distract herself from her own embarrassment.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 16:47:49 GMT
Connie waved away Willow's concern. She'd just dealt with her Russian lover. Nothing the little girl could say would deter her. "Thank you, dear, but I know my limits. I'm fine. This one, though..." she shook her head.
Daeven watched her with tired eyes. "I'm fine right here," he insisted.
Connie threw up her hands. "All you boys! So damn stubborn. With each other and yourselves. Pride is such a waste," she shook her head. "No, we are moving you. You will heal better and be more comfortable in a bed than a rotting cot."
Turning to look at Willow she told her, "This one has refused to claim a room. He always sleeps outside in a hammock, rain or shine, cold or hot. I will not stand for it any longer. He's hurt, he needs to heal, and if you are content to let yourself rot, normally I would let you. But not after Markus and I put so much effort into getting you back in your right mind, and not after sweet little Willow patched you up."
Daeven groaned. "I'm a demon. I don't need luxury or comfort. Leave me alone," his tone came out more angry, snappish.
"Bullshit," Connie swore at him. "You are no demon. Do not think that cleansing would have worked if I had believe you were. Now come on, move."
Daeven stared at her with wide eyes, too stunned to fight against her help to get him up on his feet. His body screamed at him, but she was right when she'd said he'd be fine enough to move. If he needed to, he could still fight. He wasn't out yet. But... how on earth did she know?
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 16:55:26 GMT
Blinking in confusion, Willow almost question the words the lovely medium spoke, but the woman attempting to hold up the body of the hurt...demon? Caused her to push her questions aside. Instead, she moved forward and wrapped Daeven's other arm around her neck.
"she's right, you know....You should get a room here. It's better than sleeping outside..." Adjusting his weight on her shoulder, an arm around his back Willow continued.
The damp basement would have been fine for a few hours while he regained strength, but after that? No. His body needed a soft bed, a warm room even if he didn't want to accept it. "Plus, if you have a room, think about it...it'll be like your own space you can get away from everyone else and, for now, you can just relax and heal..." Still she didn't question the words that gnawed at the back of her mind. If he was no demon, then what was he??
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 17:31:15 GMT
Daeven didn't bother fighting it, still a little too shocked that Connie had figured it out. Bryant didn't even know. How the hell had she? He allowed the women to lead him up into a spare room, and he wouldn't lie and say the bed was a hell of a lot more comfortable than the cot had been.
When he was finally laying down with a sheet covering the modesty he didn't personally have, he finally looked to Willow. "I appreciate the sentiment, but being outside was my own space, too. But this is definitely more comfortable..."
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Post by Lizzie on Jul 9, 2014 17:39:08 GMT
Willow looked over him, tilting her head as her large braid lay draped over her shoulder, hanging down past her wide hips.She didn't quite understand how outside could be someone's personal space. Sure, she'd enjoyed her fair share of time outdoors, particularly in her treehouse...but this was something entirely different. "Here you have four walls and a door to keep people out that you don't want bothering you.
Pointing to a door off to the left she smiled. "And you have your own bathroom." Giggling a little to herself, she looked around the sparse room, curious how many had used this room in the past. "And you can have girls...or boys...over and they won't wonder how you expect to do anything with a cot and a tree." She tried to playfull tease.
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Post by Shea on Jul 9, 2014 17:48:38 GMT
Daeven looked at Willow, disbelieving. Had she really suggested that? Shy, sweet little Willow? Connie laughed at his face, heading to the door. "I'm going to try to rest more, before our lovely hostess all but forces me to. If you need me, just come get me," she smiled, and left.
Alone with Willow, he regarded her for a moment. "I'm not an incubi. I don't need sex. I haven't gotten any since Bryant cut me off, and..." he shrugged. "It's not really a big deal. And pure humans aren't my thing. They're too... complicated." He wasn't sure why the hell he was talking about this, but she'd been the one to bring it up.
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