Cian (thebettingsort) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-07-13 19:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !playerplot: a building of rooks, !thread, aisling wilde, cian wilde |
Who: Cian & Ash
What: A visit to the invalid
Where: A clinic in the Tenements
When: Late this morning
Rating: PG-13 because these two and their F-bombs
Status: Complete!
He hadn't been able to find her until this morning. All of his supposed fucking intelligence-gathering prowess, and it had taken him close to twelve hours of frantic searching and angry shouting at various hapless people to locate her. In a clinic with broken bones, dislocated joints, cuts and bruises and burns. Because she hadn't listened. If the stubborn woman had just packed her things and taken a Faram-damned vacation like he'd told her to, none of this would have happened. And he gave zero fucks that someone else would probably have ended up injured or dead in her place. His mood was obviously clearly written across his face as he strode into the clinic; no one even tried to stop him as he pushed past the inner doors and into the back portion of the building. He was probably a man who looked like he might commit murder on a gil, which wasn't far from accurate; killing her held a certain appeal. Once he ascertained the damned woman was alive and in one piece. He had to push back several curtains before he found the right bed. There she was, her face livid with bruising, her pale blonde hair a shambles. But her chest rose and feel with breath as she slept, and the relief and fury were both so strong that he collapsed into the rickety chair near the bed and dropped his head, resting it on his palms. Alive. Faram damn her. "For fuck's sake, Ash." Which she probably couldn't hear, sleeping the sleep of the almost-dead as she was, but saying it helped curb at least some of his frustration. |