Gabriel Corvin Turner (inoblivion) wrote in carpediem_rp, @ 2016-01-02 11:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: gabe turner, character: ophelia sinclair, thread: complete |
Who: Gabe and Lia
When: afternoon, 1/1
Where: Turner household
What: friendly hanging out
Rating/Warnings: none really
Status: Closed/Complete
Like Ophelia said, she wanted to head by and check on Gabe to make sure he was sufficiently treated by her potions, and sufficiently fed as well. To that end she had put together some food for her friend. It seemed to have turned out well, and the stasis charms kept it warm as she apparated over to the Turner house. She was polite to Mr. Turner when the door was opened, accepting his congratulations for her father’s new position, and then headed to Gabe’s room- it wasn't entirely appropriate for her to be there, but if he was not feeling well she could not expect him to come out to greet her.
Gabe had only earned a small portion of his problems today, though he wasn't exactly broadcasting that fact. It contributed to the nausea he felt, but so did the graphic images he'd been experiencing since the Ministry attack. The end of the year review had been particularly difficult to manage, and continued even when the nightmares woke him. It was far easier to blame the champagne. No one questioned that he drank, and no one would've doubted he drank to the point of illness. Gabe had drunk a bottle, but some of that was drunk this morning trying to get the taste out of his mouth.
He was in (on?) his bed when Ophelia came in blankets twisted and piled beside him - partially covering his legs, and one arm. He was barechested but not naked; he wore a pair of black flannel pants. He rolled over at the knock and opening of the door and rubbed blearily at his face. "Hello, beautiful."
Ophelia offered a slight smile as she saw him. It had clearly been a bad night - though she wasn't surprised. It had been a bad week, with the newest murders and all. She set the soup and toast on his dresser and then walked to his side, lightly brushing his mussed hair from his face. Her eyes flickered over the bed and she frowned faintly at the blankets and sheets. They should be changed, if he could get up long enough. She didn't know if he was willing to do that, but it would at least make him more comfortable even if he couldn't sleep.
“I brought more potions. Lavender oil too.” Because it would be soothing at least even if again it didn't help him sleep.
There was, as always, the strange blankness when she touched him. Sometimes disturbing, sometimes comforting. She was the only one he know that knew what it was to be a Seer. Hers manifested differently, but still inconveniently. "The first ones worked," Gabe replied, waving vaguely at some empty vials on the floor. They'd at least stopped the vomiting.
Ophelia nodded. Obviously they worked. Her potions always did. She decided that changing the blankets would probably be a bit much and instead settled for adjusting them so he was a bit less tangled up. The lavender oil was pulled from her pocket next and she looked at him for confirmation before opening it. “Try to relax,” spoken softly as always before she began lightly massaging his temples. It might be quieter in his head with her there. He couldn't See anything in regard to her, just as she couldn't with him.
"It's been a long week… Death is having his way with me. Ministry shake-up for three nights and then a nice end of the year wrap-up. And then after I passed out after the ball dropped and shit, Death decided to give me a preview of what's coming this year." Gabe explained, a soft sigh at her touch. He trusted her enough to tell her what was really going on with him. "How's your Seeing treating you? Is yours seasonal? You celebrate the Solstice right? Does that make it stronger that night?"
Ophelia listened to him detail the week, her fingers still delicately massaging him. It was a strange feeling, being able to touch without any consequence. It was a rare pleasure honestly, even if the circumstance wasn't amazingly pleasant. “It is normal. Father made me interact at party, meant… I Saw things too.” Which had not been pleasant, especially at the post-holiday gatherings. “Solstice is for brewing lately. Most days are…”
"Pleasant," Gabe murmured sarcastically at her admission to her recent visions. "Together we probably have a pretty clear picture of what went down at the Ministry last weekend." It wasn't something to broadcast, not really, but they were both Deatheater's children, even if Gabe's father was less active now. Samuel Turner had served his time - and had earned a break. At the mention of brewing he nodded. "How is your brother?"
“We do.” Ophelia viewed most of it- like she did many things- without much emotion. As long as those she cared about - a rapidly shrinking list- were safe, she didn't much bother thinking. It would only cause headaches. “Lae is doing better. Good we’re home.” It meant between her and the elves he could relax and not have to worry as much about too much moving causing a bleed.
"Doing well enough you can nurse this louse," Gabe laughed darkly at himself. "Shit it would be nice if it was just booze. Haven't even been clubbing this week." He sighed. "Glad that Laertes is better. He was looking rough after the Thanksgiving break." Still hot, if Laertes had shown any interest, Gabe would've totally blown him.
“You're a friend.” She did what she could for her friends. They mattered to her. Obviously not as much as her brother, but enough that if she could do something for them to make life easier she would. “What else can I do? Try the toast? Or soup? Or…” She trailed off, allowing him time to answer.
The quiet in his head was a help. He shifted so he could sit up. "Your potion should help me keep it down," he hadn't been able to for most of the day. There had been some torture in the future visions that had been unsettling. "Other than the visions at the party, you've had a good holiday?" Normal conversation, Seer style while he ate the toast and the soup (dipping the toast into the soup).
Ophelia didn't stop lightly stroking his temples as he ate, quietly allowing him to consume his food. It was good that her potions were useful. A faint shrug when he asked about her holiday and a wry smile- a look that didn't often appear on her face- curved her lips. “Everything is our fault. Apparently.” Because even if she didn't choose sides, apparently that choice was unacceptable to most people. Yes, killing and all were wrong, but she had no desire to be part of any of this.
"I've been staying away from that mess as much as possible." Gabe had learned that well though his entire life. "I'm waiting for people to start up with my Dad is a Deatheater shit again - find his Azkaban mugshot." The weariness was obvious in his tone. It was something he'd heard before as the son of a convicted Deatheater, even if his father was minimally active now.
“People were rude to Lae.” The easiest way to make Ophelia angry, after all. She absently began to stroke her fingers over Gabe’s forehead, applying more of the soothing oil - though she was careful to stop at his hairline. It wouldn't do to make a mess of his hair. “They'll regret it if they insult you.” Said softly but firmly. He was her friend and she defended her friends.
"And he was defending Battye, who is a legitimately nice guy… and I'm not just biased since he doesn't suck as a roommate." Gabe shifted into her touch unconsciously. He just reacted to touch in general. It wasn't specific to her, although her touch felt good and he was comfortable with her. He laughed a little at her threat on his behalf. "Fuck, they can say what they want. I'm an Angel of Death. I'm used to hearing shit from folks."
“Adrian is.” Ophelia nodded. She got along well with Adrian, he was intelligent and polite. There were some people that just weren't and it annoyed her. She noted him moving closer at his touch and continued- he was clearly relaxing into it and that meant he would relax more. At his words she shook her head. “It's wrong.” Because she had her own beliefs on that matter and she didn't like when people went against her personal moral code.
Gabe had been surprised to see Adrian attacked so thoroughly. Their year was known as the friendly Slytherins. Gabe and Ash were man-sluts - Gabe the less discriminating of the pair since gender wasn't as big a deal for him as it was for Ash, but Ash tended to get more at school than Gabe, since his were mostly club hook-ups. And Adrian was just so polite and nonconfrontational. Gabe had been marked from birth as different, so he expected to be attacked. Death was something most feared, and he was Death's child. "The unknown is feared. You and me… we're different. Fuck, so is Laertes for that matter."
Ophelia wasn't as shocked, simply because she knew fear brought out the worst in people and she had observed enough to know that some people in the school had a lot of bad in them. She had been exposed to the worst in some people and so she didn't tend to underestimate how they could be sometimes. Her fingers trailed lightly over his forehead and then temples again, shaking her head. “Fear. And stupidity.” Because that was how she saw it. It was moronic to allow fear to get in the way of living, but many didn't understand that.
Gabe was far less judgemental of it all than Ophelia was, but she coped by silently observing people so she could be overlooked, and he coped by throwing himself out there and being as visible as possible. Ironic that the vibrant red-head hide, and he of the shadows sought the lime-light. "How do you recover from vision overload?" He was curious. Being a Seer was rare, and each of them had a the natural gift which left them somewhat more vulnerable to overload in a way trained seers were less likely to experience.
Ophelia shrugged one shoulder. “It makes me sleep.” Because when she'd had too much her body literally would give out, causing almost a full day of sleep in some cases- only when it was really bad though. “I…” A thoughtful look and she shrugged. “I guess I just… Let it go? Maybe?” Because if it didn't affect her, she couldn't be bothered by it. He felt things a lot more deeply than she did and so that didn't help him much.
"Sleep would be nice," Gabe chuckled with dry humor. It would solve a lot of his issues . "Maybe tonight so long as there aren't any other murders. Death's given me the recap and the preview. Death has got to have better things to do." Except he knew that wasn't how it worked, despite his personification. "I'll take a night of ravens and crows in party hats or something."
A thoughtful look and she shrugged. “Perhaps if I stay?” Because she knew that neither of their Sights worked in conjunction and so maybe it would last while he slept. She didn't know if it would work but it might allow him a full night sleep and if so she was willing to try.
Gabe shook his head. "Your reputation and mine don't mix if you were to stay over." Besides, he was so used to the dreams and visions that he didn't sleep well without some ravens and crows. He'd tried the dreamless sleep before and it left him oddly groggy and unsettled feeling when he woke. "I'm used to this… it was just a particularly bad week for a bunch of murders."
“No one would know.” Though she knew he was right at the same time. It wouldn't be appropriate and if he didn't think it would help there wasn't much sense in it. She stroked her fingers over his hair and smiled faintly. “Close your eyes. Sleep. Will leave when you're asleep.” Because the least she could do would be to guide him into rest. What happened after she couldn't do much about.
"You're making me a lousy host," Gabe sought the humor to diffuse everything. "I'm already feeling better." The fact that he'd eaten was a big step forward for the day so far as he was concerned. "You've succeeded in your goal."
“Not a guest today.” Thus undoing the need for a host. A tiny smile curved her lips and she shrugged. She wasn't that worried about courtesy. She knew if he had gone to see her within the past day she would have been practically unconscious and so she accepted his state just the same. “Soup is good. Soothing.” Comfort foods were the most appropriate for a visit like this and so it had been what she brought.
Soup also made sense to start with soup when he hadn't kept anything down that day. 'I'm going to work on passing out… you should go home to your painting." Gabe smiled at her and fell back against his pillows.
Ophelia nodded slightly and brushed his hair back again gently. “See you later, then.” Because she would check back on him to make sure he was eating- maybe the next day. Give him enough time to try and get some sleep to make up for what he had missed. “Rest well.” Because he really did need it.