experimentcharm (experimentcharm) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-02-01 15:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | gilbert wimple, hestia jones |
Who: Gilbert & Hestia
What: Checking in on Hestia and fixing hands
When: Monday evening [Backdated]
Where: Hestia's place
Warnings: None?
Status: Incomplete
Gilbert could hardly explain the flare of anger in his chest at the idea that someone had caused Hestia any discomfort or pain. Whoever that man was, he felt an indescribable wish to cause him at least a fraction of the pain he had caused her. What was all of this? It did not make sense. He had never wanted to harm another human being before. It was rather confusing. The important thing, however was that her hand was seen to, being sure that she was quite all right.
He gathered up a small bag of supplies, slipping his wand into the holster on his hip before apparating to her home. He knocked sharply on the door when he got there, shifting a little on his feet as he tugged his jacket around himself. It was cold out, but that hardly mattered when Hestia was hurt. That is what he had to remember.