audrey (larcener) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-01-17 22:03:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | !complete, !log, audrey leradine, darius delacreaux |
Who: Audrey Leradine & Darius Delacreaux
What: What do you do when the white mage is hurt? Deck him where it hurts.
Where: Outside the Mage’s Tower
When: December 20th (backdated)
Rating: PG-13
Status: complete
Audrey: i saw the tower, please tell me you’re alright. After assuring herself of her sister’s safety, Audrey’s mind immediately fell on one other person━the only other person she possibly cared about that would be in or near the vicinity of that tower. In a mad rush through her house, she had packed however many potions they had left over in their medicine cabinet after the plague. None of Ms. Han’s cautions or words reached her as she sprinted out of the door and towards the Mage’s Tower. Lucky for her, she could run like the wind. The settling dust from the damaged buildings caused Audrey to pull her scarf up, eyes darting through the dilapidated structures and debris. Upon not spotting the white mage, anxiety started to set in. Biting her lower lip, she couldn’t restrain herself any longer. “Darius?” she called out. “Darius, where are you?” It would take a bit for the full realization of someone calling his name to settle in. Between the ringing in his ears from explosions, buildings collapsing, and other destruction paired with the slew of damaged and bleeding people, the white mage had his hands more than full. The call was ignored for a moment while bloodied hands finished a temporary bandage wrap. With that person taken care of, another person came in, hauling the wounded away. “Here.” Finally came the call back as the white mage leaned back, eyes slipping closed so that he could attempt to hide the pain he was still in. Darius tried to maintain steady breathing, but pain continued to spike through his chest. There was something broken, damn did it hurt, but now wasn’t the time for that. He could make it through a few more hours before hauling himself off for healing somewhere else. At the sound of his voice, her ears perked up and she followed it through finding the white mage around the corner. She knelt at his side, letting her satchel drop to the floor. A hand reached out to touch his shoulder while her eyes examined the rest of him, looking for any injuries obvious or life threatening. “H-hey,” she was finally able to speak, worry written all over her face. “I brought some potions.” Audrey removed her touch and rifled through her bag, pulling out a couple of vials. “I wasn’t sure how hurt you were.” Her eyes lifted back up to his face, her concern not waning for a second. Eyes opened, and a strained smile was given to the woman next to him. “Hey.” His voice was low, exhaustion tinged his tone, and a hand was offered to Audrey, a reassuring squeeze being given to her hand as soon as he could reach it. “Save ‘em. I still got spells.” Another tired smile was given before it fell from his face. With a deep inhale, pain spiking through his chest again, a low groan was let out as Darius shifted, one hand falling to the ground as he attempted to push himself to his feet. Grunting, his balance swayed, and the white mage staggered slightly to one side as he tried to remain standing. “I’m alright.” A hand moved off to the side, attempting to assure his balance by offsetting some of his body weight. Audrey had already been putting the potions back in her satchel, when she caught Darius regaining his balance from the corner of her eye. Audrey’s hands immediately went to grab his upper arm to help him stabilize and rose with him, hands hovering just to be sure. “I call bullshit, Delacreaux.” Part of her had even wanted to lightly slap him around to prove a point, but she resisted the urge. “You’re not fit to be using your spells right now, we should take you back somewhere. Or at least take one of these.” Audrey’s had had already slipped into the bag pulling out a single potion and holding it out for him. “Please?” “I’ll be alright.” He wouldn’t push her away, or shrug off the hold, but the hand which had swung out to assist him with his balance waved idly in the air, attempting to dismiss the issue altogether. That was, assuming this was something he could dismiss… Which was probably the greatest mistake he’d made all day so far. “I can cast.” Fingers rolled in and out of the palm of his hand, wrist gyrating as if he was beginning to consider casting all over again. However, no soft glow of magickal energies would appear. Right now wasn’t the time, and it sure as hell wasn’t the place. “I got some up in my room. Can take one when I get back.” His hand held up, rejecting the potion. “Save it for yourself, yeah?” Audrey’s stare didn’t leave him as she placed the potion back in her bag. Her eyes drifted over his body, in particular the areas with dried blood. Over time she had understood Darius to be a very stubborn sort. Pursing her lips, she sighed unsure if she’d regret this but it would serve to prove a point. The urge finally won over. Uncertain of the extent of his injuries under the white mage robe, Audrey’s hand flicked his chest in a quick slap, eyes not leaving his face. The cringe was instant and unavoidable, a breathless groan slipped out as shaky fingers furled into unsteady fists. Darius seemed like he might lose his balance all over again thanks to the slight blow. His jaw clamped shut, and eyes closed, an attempt at controlling his breath made so that the pain might become more manageable once again. “Advice?” His eyes remained closed, jaw tense. “Don’t hit injured people when you don’t know where they’re hurt.” At least the pain was slowly starting to fade back to spikes with each deep or sudden breath instead of of sharp jagged stretches across his entire chest. Her eyebrows remained raised with an unimpressed expression as her arms crossed over her chest. “Well, I’m glad we agree on something,” she mused reaching for his arm to pull him in the direction of the Mage’s Tower. “4th floor. That’s where all you white mage folk live, right? Then that’s where we’re going. No buts.” “There’s others that are worse out here. I need to dress the wounds of the dying.” His voice was firm, he seemed unlikely to be phased or moved by her words at this point. Being a white mage meant living through not only his own pain, but the pain of everyone else around him too, and Darius wasn’t going to fail at his job. He wasn’t going to let people die just because he hurt some, there was no point in letting some aches get to his physical well being when if he did nothing a mother could be burying their only child by the end of the day. Finally, with the pain mostly under control again his eyes opened. “Move.” “No.” Her lips pursed as she moved to block his path, arms still crossed. Audrey shook her head, standing her ground. “You’re not well and you should take care of yourself. For Faram’s sake, you can barely keep your balance. Do you want to bleed out on your patients?” She paused for a moment, eyes looking over him one last time, “Let’s go.” “I’m not going to bleed out.” His voice held a definite measured tone to it, as if attempting to keep himself in line from the brink of anger. There were people that needed help, and Audrey was holding him up here. This was going to be a fucking mess if she didn’t get the hell out of the way. “I’ll take care of myself after.” He always did too. Well, enough to keep himself up, and functional that was. “I’m going that way.” A hand reached out, pointing towards where carnage clearly lay. Whether or not the tone was acknowledged went unsaid as Audrey looked over her shoulder to where he pointed. Glaring back at the white mage she moved one step over━further blocking him. Her lips pursed as she shook her head. "Darius you're hurt. Let's go back. You've already done enough." Straightening her back, she stood rigid. "I'm not moving. I doubt you can even get by me." “This is my job.” The words were uncharacteristically stern, and hard bordering on a barely repressed anger. Why she kept trying to stand in his way, when Darius was doing the only thing he was good at, good for really, the only thing he knew how to do with his life, it seemed unfathomable. “I gotta do this, alright?” It was his last attempt at being reasonable even if his tone was sharp, after this, he wasn’t entirely sure what might come out of his mouth as the white mage’s blood was starting to boil. “Now move, or we’re gonna have more problems than my injuries.” His words fell on deaf ears and if she caught the hint if anger, she said nothing. "You heard what I said." Audrey stared back, brows furrowed. "Move me." With the challenge issued, Darius’ jaw squared up, a glare the best he could manage. The truth was, she wasn’t hurt, he was. He was bigger, and probably - just by fact of sheer size - stronger (maybe), but if she punched him in the chest again…. “I don’t have time for this. People are busy fucking dying, Audrey, while you’re busy getting in my fucking way.” With that, Darius turned, and began to head in a different direction than the one he’d pointed in before. The minute he started to head in a different direction, Audrey had vanished from her spot moving quickly to cut him off and reappear in front of him. “Darius, stop.” she argued with him, glare matching his own. Had it been any other situation, his cursing would have stopped her in place, but at the moment she had his safety in mind. “There are plenty of other white mages tending to the injured right now, I don’t understand why you’re so persistent and convinced you have to help in such a state.” Her lower lip curled under her teeth, concern replacing the anger on her face. “Let’s just go back. Please.” “Audrey, no.” His fingers balled into a fists. “For every white mage not on the field, at least one more person dies. You want death on your head? I’ll live. There’s people out there that won’t without my help.” Darius wasn’t yelling but he wasn’t backing down either. “Every minute you keep me standing here is a minute your sister could be dying if she’s out there. A minute my mother could be dying. A minute your best friend could be bleeding out, now fucking move.” The blonde felt she had she had the advantage on the argument. That was until he brought up her little sister. Frown pulling on her lips, she looked away to the ground, stepping aside. She said nothing, remaining quiet and not even bothering to look at the white mage in front of her. With that, he’d press forward, unconcerned with just how deeply her feelings may have been hurt. This was life, people were dying, his job was to keep them alive. She had to learn when to get the fuck out of the way. As he had stormed off, Audrey couldn’t bring her eyes to look at him until she could barely see his figure disappearing into the settling smoke. Once out of sight, her body felt heavy and she dropped into a crouch, hands gripping into some of the pulverized cement and dirt at her feet. When Darius got home that night, he’d find Audrey’s satchel splayed over his bed. |