Who: Elladan, Wulfred What: 'Tis a surprise, muahhaha. But someone is sooo miserable. When: present!
Elladan: *feels like utter, absolute, shite*
Wulf: ::makes hims some soup. brings it and some bread to him::
Elladan: *is curled up in a little half-elf male ball under the covers of their bed*
Wulf: ::eases covers back and sits down beside him:: I made you some soup. It should help some.
Elladan: *whimpers* This ... is the most horrible thing ... ever. *uncurls and looks at her blearily* You made me soup?
Wulf: ::strokes his hair and nods:: I made you soup. It has chicken broth and vegetables, and some small bites of chicken as well. And I brought bread to go with it.
Elladan: *sniffles and sits up a bit, deciding... well, wife made him soup, should probably eat it* *sniffs at the bowl, but...can't really smell it* *sighs* I know this probably tastes good, but with this .... wretched.. awful ... awfulness, I won't be able to tell. ... so ... I'm sorry, ahead of time? *coughs*
Wulf: ::rubs his back gently:: It might help with some of the breathing, if you are lucky. Sometimes it does. If nothing else it will halp keep the rest of your strength up so that hopefully this will not last too long.
Elladan: *nodnods like an obedient child, and leans against her a bit, while scooping up his soup* I do not like being mortal, I think. -_-
Wulf: It does have its downsides...
Elladan: Not that I regret marrying you. *smiles a bit at her, and downs more of the soup .... thinks it at least, is nice and warm and liquidy which his throat likes*
Wulf: ::chuckles:: I know you do not. But know one likes a cold, even if they have had one many time.
Elladan: *gives her a somewhat woefull look* This is going to happen AGAIN!? *then makes a face, holds up a finger, and decides to spend a bit of time coughing a lung up* ... oi .... *flops*
Wulf: ::pats his back:: Mortals do tend to get them every now and then. Mostly when they are tired or stressed and expose themselves to those who have colds or stay out in bad weather too long.
Elladan: *makes mental note to avoid sister from now on, and avoid cold or rainy weather, entirely, yes*
Wulf: You will have to learn to dress for changes in the weather.
Elladan: I am never going outside, again. *says, decidedly, while tearing off some bread and looking ... well it's actually kind of adorably childishly ill, really*
Wulf: ::smiles and rests her head on his shoulder. doesn't mind if she ends up with his cold; she knows how to deal with them better than he does::
Elladan: *shares his bread with her?*
Wulf: ::eats with him ^_^::
Elladan: *spoons up the rest of the soup, and curls up again* -_- Elrohir had better get this stupid cold, too*
Wulf: ::curls herself around his back and strokes his hair:: He might. It is hard to tell with such things.
Elladan: If he does not get it .. I will never live this down. -_- *curls back against her, pulls the blankets over them* *sooo wants to whine*
Wulf: ::kisses the back of his neck:: If he does not get one now, he will almost certainly get one at some point.
Elladan: Good. I wish him to be utterly miserable so that I can laugh at him as much as he is laughing at me, right now.
Wulf: ::cuddles him:: Mmm. Rest now, min leof.
Elladan: *makes a face like he's about to childishly protest but..... then decides against it, cuddles in against her, and nods* Yes, weof. *meekly* *closes his eyes*